Riddled With Tumors

The growth has formed, the strain begins
No hope, no cure, no resistance
Lesions form, oozing puss
Overtaking your existence
Knawing at your threshold of pain
Diminishing your pace
Riddled with Infectious Tumors
Sprouting on your face
Riddled with tumors everywhere
Can’t escape, sucked dry as lungs gasp for air
Growths that form suck the life from me
Morphing flesh from skin to puss as cells burst and bleed
The disease grows and feeds
Eating away the tissue walls
Veins are clotting, flesh is rotting
The nervous system stalls
Blood and mucus fill your lungs
Rabid cells lacerate
Stricken with vast intrusions
A life defied by fate
Riddled with tumors everywhere
Make it stop, ripped apart from the inside out
Growths that form suck all life from me
Turning flesh, from skin to puss as the virus feeds
Spreading fast, pain, growths, sores and inflammations
Gaining mass, this wretched disease tears its victims life from limb splitting
cells to kill again
Consuming life, body sores and deformations
Left to die, helpless thousands, one by one, turned to victims; thousands more
await this mutant plague