The Plauge

The Plague

I’m going to tell you a tale of pure horror,
It’s happened to me before and I am sure it will happen again,
I tell myself I will immunise myself and find a cure,
But then all too soon the opportunity to be contaminated again comes to my door.

The grim reaper smiles at me in all black and takes me on a journey through the town,
I feel like Cinderella,
I feel my heart racing as I drink the deadly poisonous drink,
I see so many spirits as they take over my body until I see no more,
A moment on the lips and I have to have another and another,
A whirlwind of images flash before my eyes,
Until I remember no more,

The reaper chooses his victims,
Collects them in numbers,
They line the streets, Like Zombies aimlessly walking,
Arms outstretched glassy doll eyes staring but not seeing,
As they Sway back and forth like a pendulum,
Some scream, some shout,
Some lark about,
Some fall on the floor, like a row of dominoes,

I feel sick to my stomach; a wave of nausea consumes me,
The room is spinning I feel like I am out at sea,
My head is pounding like someone is hitting me with a hammer,
I’m unable to talk everything I say comes out in a stammer,
The Light is too bright,
My appearance would cause a real fright,
I curl up in a ball in bed,
Thinking about all the things I have done all the things I had said,
I feel like a right fool,
Having a hangover can be so cruel.