Infection

Infection is attacking your body,
Your becoming weak already.
This pleases me...
Shall I go into detail of what is happening?
First, lets go over the ways of prevention.

Mouth to mouth recesiation wont work.
Not with this disease it wont.
Vaccinations will rot the body even more...
of the infected at least.
Take all the pills you want.
They will just help the disease
In the end.
Virtually, your under my control now...
You sinister fool!
How could you undermine a mind like mine?
You knew what i was capable of...

I almost miss that handsome face of yours.
Rosey cheeks, chesnut lockes that curled
Over your right eye...
I almost feel sorry for you.
I should stop this disease right now...
But Im too kind for that, to spare you.
Suffering is your only way out.

Your still being shredded from the inside.
How does it feel to have your heart
Stinging and burning, slowly withering away?
Does it hurt?
Oh wait, you dont feel anything.
Why arent you dancing
With me?
You scared of the disease.

I see fear in your obsidian eyes.
Blank to bare eyes, but you cant
Hide expressions like fear.
Fear is my meat.
Your the prey in this disease,
Not me.
Take your toll, I'll be waiting
On the other side...

Pretty soon you will be emaciated;
Bones protruding every which way.
Skin turns nigrescent...
Fingers start to numb and slowly
Start to desintegrate, burning your flesh
Off your sinister bones.
Breath is foul with the taste of rotten teeth
Living in your mouth.
Sound attrocious?
No, not exactly.
It's the perfect gift for the perfect man.

Suffering laughs in your face...
You will become a freak upon society.
No returns on this gift, unfortueantly.
Its a one way street from here,
doesn't that sound fun?
Why yes. We will have a ball dancing
On unbearable flames roasting
Us alive.
The funny thing is, youll be getting
All the surprises.
Doesnt that sound fun?

The black skin will eventually go away
But the scars left on the skin will still be.
But it wont be skin, it will be your bones.
What should I do to the ivory then?
Acid, perhaps.
I hear your familiar with the word?
If your not, let me remind you.

It will aide me in this process if the disease fails.
But the disease of mine is like a carnaval,
All the choices...Choices choices choices.
SO go on, have fun on a humid summer night...
The ebony sky filled with the flourescent neon fireworks,
Getting you high with ecstacy.
Never fear my dear...
I will always be right behind you
...waiting waiting waiting.