black fever
at the base
of the brain
a seizure
of the limbic
region

shapes and
colors
muddled
by necrotic
vision

i am still
alive

cold fire
seizing
my chest
while the hunger
in my core
gnaws away
my memory
of me

blackened wound
pours forth
black mud life
gnashing wound
on my face
takes in
red blood life

i am
still

alive

memories
and thoughts
of life
slide
under quicksand
and
you want
every
last
second

hunger
sets
grey
vision
  where
must
eat
 red

i       am

      still

   alive

 

please

    i

         don't

  you
      run

         now

 

 

i

  still

 

    alive

 

 

ggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........