sweating freezing itching bleeding self styled poison a lethal meaning face down helpless in forty eight hours sickness pulling your hair out your legs kicking straight out this is the closest to death you will be sickness revolting distorting and changing for worsened no one will recognize exactly what s wrong you are denying and lying no truth pull up you ve lost your old friends they ll never return again even when your senses return again sickness self desired self assured with staff infection nauseous and bloated your best behind you now irritate four burning lines a blood coated ending to your life s story sickness paranoia schizophrenia resembling a picture of disabled fear the future is pestilence under your skin sickness as gravity pulls you down and then under the pain it increases with every step you re begging for the ending the dragons sending you messages from the grim reaper s plans sweating freezing itching till bleeding self styled poison a lethal meaning face down helpless terror engulfs us the sickness that saves us is killing us now