Reptant shapes intrude.
Winged wanderers in plumate robes of sorrow,
Intent on natures food.

My whole corpus seemed to float.
A shell of blackness curtain like in the breeze,
Cold anthems of the dead tongued my coat.

This face a crumbling frieze.
Twitched to the mocha feel,
From black arrows in the trees.

Teeth sink flesh starts to swell.
Crimson fluid drains away,
A poison wave infects my cells.

Is this death? Gone is my will.
Hell would cleave to me forever,
My hearts eternally still.