Septic

Shiver. Shiver cold.

Echoes the long body ache.

One that rustles the bones.

Halt in all the ways that make you tremble,

Toes curl,

And you might stiffen to abstain the pain.

Up until it has you twist, turning in again.

Never sane.

Restless in all the ways that might drive a man mad.

Pain upon pain, makes you wish it wasn't so endlessly had.

For what which might make you cut a a tongue in two,

Might omit you the sanctity of telling those of you.

Silent in all its whispers.

Taking you so.

Toxic goes your body.

No. No. No.