The Sickening

The Sickening
Punishment, obligatory, festering acrid wounds
Sunken into softened flesh, the knife that spells your doom
Only one chance to stay alive, to face another day
A sickening overcomes the mind, a cognizant mental state

Live another day
Elusion of your fate

Undead, bodies all around, animistic hunger for meat
Ransacked, forced into a cage, bound and gagged because you are mortal
Thinking that you will suffer, you summon all your lucubration
But nothing that can be mustered can explain the decimation

Fortuitous circumstances
Allow you to escape

A reign of terror
Lasts 400 years
Bloody, putrid horror
That plays into your fears

Survive ­ The quest ­ Entombed ­ Enraged

Into the depths of the SICK!!!

The final hour of existence is at hand
Belies a day of judgement, a crack of doom
And with the subsequent end on all that you depend
The sickening comes home to root