Evil grows inside gnawing away at my core, the center of gravity
the thing that makes my eyes line up with my toes, my arms with my spinemy skin crawl
Everyday it spreads
administering its weakening blows
strength and hope are disowned
from the will I no longer possess. Like a sinner wallowing in sinits penance is being said but
nothing is being forgivenas if God dismissed his healing nature
and struck from within
Pain runs through me like a tank
demolishes the refugees attempting to flee
what remains is hair, flesh andcrushed bone.