Rancid affliction, sickly flesh consuming me.
In this prison of leprosy.
Stigma devours, viral symptoms surfacing.
Stagnant entrails, always burning, always seething.
Hideous abominations.
Multitudes of boiling souls in thraldom to pain.
Mycobacterium.
Consumes the flood of the human stain.
Lethargy takes hold.
Violent sickness uncontrolled.
The virus has taken hold.
Aggressive illness leaves me cold.
Sepsis seeps in, screams of pain surrounding me.
In this prison of leprosy.
Sickened, afflicted, rancid blood is drowning me.
Surging hatred, always burning, always seething.
Visibly rotten, decaying from within.
A living nightmare.
A tapestry of fevers and pains.
Living for death.
Disintegration of a human being.
Organs failing one by one.
Struck down and crippled without remorse.
Airways shudder as the throat grows coarse.
Pale and weakened, faith rots away.
Seamless nights now swallow the day.
Fever burning.
Skin is crawling.
Death comes slow.
Death comes calling.
Rotting inside, spewing and blind.
My skin seeping shit and blood in my spit.
Has god struck me down? In plague to be bound.
The causes all blur, yet still I suffer.
Hellfire scorching through my skin.
Never knew that I could get so thin.
Choked bile burning within.
I feel the hand of god.
My hopeful future lies in the hospital bin.
The Portland death metal band honors the decades-old relationship between underground metal and independent horror. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 18, 2023