My disease

They see me from the exterior Talking about all my flaws and paranoia While decay takes over the interior Ripping me shreds to shreds. My mind fades Until nothingness became a reality. My sight faded. My victory shaded. I saw death. I saw death.  the social walls begin to cave in. The stench heightened. Oh wretched horror. It reeks they proclaimed in ignorance. Laughing at the meek. The meek. No. I refuse to accept. My decaying flesh is my own. My identity. It is where I draw my strength. It is how this garden grows. So that you all can admire my glow. The exterior is all for show. But The true work lies within. On that final note. I'll let you off with a warning. This sickness that is seen as a weakness Is beyond my control. And if you are bland and unseasoned by sin then cast the first stone.  - Lounda Charelus