Morbid Realization

4-1-04





I think my insides are dying,



Rotting away in decay



Clumping



And spearing me



As I die silently



On the outside,



But I go down fighting



Thrashing and attacking



The invisible enemy



Inside of me

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was a part of my journal, and I decided to use it as a poem.

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