I writhe engulfed
In pulsating squalor
Fever-brimmed and weak
And bathed in rivers of panic

Amid cool crimson streams
Coloring my eyes
In bloodshot distress

Nothing is spawned
From my quivering hysteria
As I’m drained of heart
And  precious resolve

Left to stir
To the offbeat horror
Stewing with worry
Entombed
In lifelong remorse