You're poisonous heart.

Still pumping.

Still feeding,

My soul.

My bones

Have decayed.

And become ill.

As your heart.

Still pumps death

Into it.

I'm riddled

With disease

Fungus spreads

viciously

Blacking killing me

Slowly but surly

I will not last another day

As my body

Starts to shut down.

I'm struggling to take,

My last breath.