Slime

Slimy, sick and gross I slide across the ground My filth leaves a sticky trail Where diseases can be found

My malleable form a work of predation sliding into cracked shells my vocation And to spread a rot that stirs within Will send shivers beneath your skin

My long veins strike at the core Scooping out the parts you though were yours Once thats gone I find a place to nestle Then I start to take over your body's vessels

Your blood turns hot, it starts to boil Beginning to turn into crude oil Your heart struggling to push much further Signaling the start of our temporary merger

Your mind clouds, thoughts unclear As the rot claims all you hold dear clammy hands, tear stained face The morsel writhes at every trace

The emptiness pervades you and I I'll trick you with my every lie Till I move onto the next in line Leaving you without goodbye

Posted Jul 29, 2025, 6:13 AM UTC

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