Affliction

Seething corruption
Found my wound
I can feel it toil   
I’ll die soon

Screaming gore
Falls from flesh
Wet is my ground
What a mess

I can hear the burn ringing
So I beat my head
Fell more crimson
My arm is dead

With my blade
I saw it raw
Hoping to stop it
Engulfing all

Death survives
Writhes up my leg
I slam at the ground
For life I will not beg

But I will bash on
Death is my conviction
With this rock
I amend my affliction

Reviews

[MusicMartyrs]

astounding & powerful. very inspiring-it makes me want to draw it

[Kat Plunkett]

I'm not really sure what i am supposed to say about this Poem.
It's not like i can call it creepy because i've written stuff just like it, and i honestly don't find stuff like this to be 'creepy'.
So I guess all i can really say is that i liked it.
It's really good.