poem ab being sick.. oeoeo X_X (also maybe a little ab depression but wtv)

It Always Spreads

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The burns are spreading over every part of my body,
Consuming my flesh as I writhe in agony,
I can feel it kickstart the process of rotting,
Turning my blood into honey.

There is no fire, only the burns,
Cutting my life short as I am helpless,
It is heating up my tissue as it churns,
Trimming away whatever it deems excess.

It's worse now, the burns have grown on you,
They are lapping at your skin, tearing it apart,
And it still won't leave me alone, that just won't do,
I don't think it's over until it fully stops my heart.

I'm stuck, trapped in this bed,
Forced to watch as my skin melts off,
I can feel the burns pounding in my head,
And I lie awake knowing it won't stop.

There is nothing I wish for more than the end,
Not of my days, but the pain the awful burns bring,
But I know it's far off, a dream in my head,
So I let my ears continue to ring.