*A/N
Is based on either the Black Death or the FLARE...
Hate on Me...
First comes the scorch, then comes disease. Everything ends in, Please Tommy, Please. *
When it is time for bed,
My stomach turns and twists,
Writhing itself into knots.
And insomnia wriggles in,
Sliding under the covers and
Enveloping me in its warm embrace.
He hugs me tighter when
Feet stamp in the corridor.
And voices howl and tear through the walls.
My only companion, my constant friend.
The only one who sees all,
Because I fear that tomorrow,
There will be swelling
On my child.
On my wife.
On me.
So I must,
Lock the doors, Slam the shutters
Bar them in with their disease.
Being with them will kill you
Seeing them will kill you.
Thinking of them will kill you.
So you must leave them to die.
Turn on your neighbours,
Turn on your nephew.
Turn on your mother.
Turn on your father.
Turn on your child.
On the Jews.
Damp things slither and squirm.
And shadowed things drag themselves,
Grovelling in the dirt, are pulling themselves
Through oozing sludge, inching toward...
Dark things writhe and scrabble,
Looking for something.
Something warm, something alive.
And now it has come for me.
My family gone and I am next.
Swelling's form, coughing blood.
High fevers rack my weak body.
Lungs fill, slowly with water.
I know it will be the death of me.
They lock the doors and
Slam the shutters on me.
They believe that being with me,
Will kill you. That seeing me will too.
And that thinking of me and
My constant companion.
Will kill you, Death is his name.
He lies by my side, he cherishes me,
He loves me, and I love him
for I will follow him soon, follow him blindly,
Like a dog follows his master.
For he lies next to me,
So close I can feel him and his warmth.
I will follow him, let him envelop me,
For I will be with my family soon.
