Oh this vile sickness,
Filling the hollow of my soul.
It scalds the walls of my throat,
Digging spurs deep in the red raw flesh,
Escaping with a savage violent cough
That shakes pieces from the sky.
This is the sickness that dwells within me.
Vile, raw, savage.
It has found its home,
For now and forever.
that is some awesomely goth poetry. im very happy for.