Testo: Blood. Gas. Flames. Bones.". Ebola.

something loudless, invisible has infected your body
can't recognized that your days are counted
you think you got a cold
but the next day you spit out your innards

your lungs are just a braddlin mud
feasting from inside your body
you cry bloodstained tears of the incredible
pressure from your eyes

braincells rotting, fever burns -