Fevers of Torment - Witch Vomit

My mind, splayed apart

Corrupted by disease

Day after day, I wither

And decay

I cannot stand the pain of the fevers

The pain of internal rot

This is the third night

Where sleep would not come

Anxiety and sickness claw at my brain

A vision not from my eyes

But from a far corner of my subconscious

A living nightmare

Being raped by my own lust

Murdered by my own hands

Dream and reality interwoven

Drowning in perpetual torture…

Nights pass through days

The figures appear to me clearer than ever

I can feel the prescence crushing down upon me

A spirit of vengeance, a curse of weakness

In fevers of torment