no use in feeble escape
nowhere to run exists
no matter how far you crawl, this plague is always there
the flesh transforms to boils
open wounds that will not close
maggots arrive to feed and hatch thier putrid spawn
the festering of sores
reduced to a shivering pile
wretched lump of waste
leaving a trail of filth as you slowly slither
the festering of sores
you're nothing but a pile of rot
nothing is left to do
but to be devoured 
the festering of sores eats you whole