Becoming

Madness, pain
Infernal fever brings dreams of death
Nausea, darkness
Vomiting until there's nothing left
Aching, convulsing
Body functions cease to exist
Weakness, sick
Basking in the sunshine in a field of death

The bullet fired missed my head
Soon I walk among the undead

It's taking over, I'm going insane
The sickness inside
Dead to the world yet still alive
I roam the earth
With two feet in the grave

Battle, death
Shrapnel tearing torso shreds
Peeling, gnawing
Skin ripped from my back
Gunshot wounds
Blood pouring from my skin
Stalking, dead
Limbs crawling without the head