Suppuration - Final Disease

The smell of guts and blood
And the unreal buzzing in the ears
Friends and enemies looking at me
From the hollow concavities of their maggoty faces
Nauseas and agony
The mouths of a thousand dead
Requesting me to meet with them
Collapsing until the neck among human wastes
With the face covered by flies
Dreams that return as a dead collapsing in the water
Until the bottom, and constantly returning to the surface
Caught in a continuous ascend and lower
My brain seems to rotate inside of my skull
A pain buzzing eats away me
Accompanied by the crack of the cartilages
There is here one so many waiting to be relieved of the pain
The flies crawl over my face
They have deposited their eggs into the empty basins of my eyes
I can't see with clarity
My eyes drip pus, nauseas and scent to death and rot
Anything finishes until arriving to their end
So wrapped in sea of hemorrhage and stinking fluids
Vomits of muddy mixture of blood and bile
The easy preys are plentiful everywhere