The Festering of Sores

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