Internal WorkingsInternal Workings-Transforming,Attacking,Feeding,Wandering aimlessly,When the soul is finally lost,When the mind finally breaks,They give inTo the sweetSin of flesh.Bitten,Pain,Suffering
But at least youre not alone,You can see the tormented lookOn the others facesAs you pass by,Wandering aimlessly,Along the path.
How Long?...How Long?...How long would it takeTo give in toYour greatest desire?If it wasWithin your reach,Would you let it pass by?If there was no consequenceTo what you wanted most,Would you do it?No matter how forbidden?What if what you wantedWas right in front of you,Do you think that you could takeThat final step?How long could you hold out,Before giving in to temptation?
FruitionFruitionThe promise of attack,The thrill of the struggle,The rush of defeating,Knowing you can overpower.The pleasure you receiveWhen you transformEachNewVictim.
DemissionDémissionThe only thing left,Of my identity,Are the dog tagsAround my neck.Incrusted with blood,Thick with gore
All they say to me now,Is how myWeakFrailHuman bodyLet me down.
InfectionInfectionIt only takes one bite,One peck,Sometimes only even a scratchTo get this dreadful disease.Slowly,Slowly and painfully it kills you.Once it starts,You have an insatiable hunger,It slowly drives you madBecause nothing you doMakes it go away.Then the itching starts.Its always worst at the infection,Slowly growing,Spreading
It adds to the madnessWearing you downWhile your mindDwindles away.Your body tingles,Your mind numb.All thats left is the hunger and pain.Wanting releaseFrom this unending torment.You finally give in.The madness,It feels so goodTo let go
But the worst partIs that the hungerNever goes away,And its the guilt ofAttacking,Killing,Tearing,Ripping,Devouring..The sweet fleshOf your friendsAnd familyAs silent tearsRoll down your cheeks,While you tryTo sate your hungerOn the nextPrey youCan manage to catch,As the last ofYour humanity,Slips away.DarknessIts the onlyThing you haveTo co
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