Avatar of Disease

It’s better to eat them alive than dead
And the most nutritious part is the head
This have I found out during the times
I’ve sought to eat in a rotting demise
A shade that hunts the things that critter
I am broken, weak and bitter
I wrap myself in bloodspattered sheets
Stolen from hospitals sickness greets
My dreams are visions to be abhorred
Seen by neither, Devil or Lord
The steam from sewers fill my soul
With a feeling of joy and being whole
I Dream of Her again in the skies
Filled with rot and stinking of lies
She never leaves me alone, I know
Invades my sleep wherever I go
She gave me tumors in this flesh
Oozing rotblood pulp so fresh
I seem to carry each disease
Although the symptoms never tease
Me, as I carry a body of rot
The price I payed for cutting the knot