Fleshing

Revolting thought of licking open wounds
Taste the puss in your mouth
Scratching like a dog in infection
Vomit starts to wake you up You are only a stain of what you used to be Decaying away
Your cells are a tormenting disease
As you are rotting away
Fleshing
Disgusting thought of ripping your skin
Feel the pain as it tears your flesh
Crying out for help or salvation
Sickness wakes you up You have almost gone where you should be Fading away
Your soul is packing its bags
As you are dying away
Skin yourself alive
Decaying away — rotting away
Fading away — dying away