I instinctively make corpse scenery for my pleasure, ripping souls from conscious bodies and force them through tormenting jungles where I am the ruling beast,
striking fear into young daughters and cause brothers to be unaware of their disastrous predicament,
most of the time,
but rest assured that my claws reach a much wider audience and I use my name as the first blow,
H.I.V.
Three letters that will curse your ears with a constant gunshot ring as you go about your daily business and you will begin to curse your God,
because I would have commanded the hand of Hades to seize your throat after he signs your body off to the grave.
Cerberus will use your limbs as its new plaything; now let that apprehensive image simmer on your dreams every night.
I wonder if you can even bare to sleep,
knowing that when you wake your heart would have dropped without ever reaching a crash and let me bring it to your attention that the action will become repetitive with every sunrise.
There are things in this world that fabricate instantaneous death but I prefer my victims to experience their lingering decay.
And the height of my laughter parallels your fear as I become your life’s driving force.
Slow, and steady, I take you to your final destination so pay up, futily for your sexual mistakes that openly welcomed my arrival.
I, am the devil’s, servant,
gifting him with your pain entertained at the sight of my activity invading your privacy.
Your mirror reflection becomes my identity,
you see me, and I see you shying in the background of family and school pictures.
Shame floods over the persona of my victims faster than the waves of Katrina but your damages, makes any repair impossible.
There are things in this world that fabricate instantaneous death.
There are things in this world that fabricate death.
There are things, in this world that attempt to mimic the severity of my attacks but what I do makes torture,
a mere cliché.
I utilize hopelessness to the fullest which is why I go by the name of Virus.
Hereditary, Virus.
The will of Osiris.
Makes tears become monotonous.
Whatever you want to call this I am and I ask, that you remember me,
as your personal reaper
infamous for also serving other masters but that sounds backwards when I’m reaping all of the benefits.
And your life is the only thing that is sufficient for my cravings.
I starve for the rot of pumping organs. Invade your veins and use their content as condiments.
Your body’s systematic order becomes my personal buffet but I still ask,
that you remember me.
I graciously grant you with that allowance to take mental photos of your family and companions before everything,
is erased completely.
I am a Virus,
and so killing painfully,
is what I do best.
So Beware.