Dark Poems Of A Sad Mind

Squirm

(Try reading this as fast as you can, then you'd enjoy this disturbing piece of art)
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It twists and turns and shifts and morphs and crawls all up and down the wall
It's skin is torn, it's limbs are sore, it has a spore that spits up worms
They inch and crawl and creep and run, the little worms keep squirming on
They multiply in massive tides, weaving together in disgusting lines
They eat and chew and feed in droves, their mouths containing sticks and stones
They seem to grow and shift and bulge their tiny masses becoming whole
They stretch and swell and swarm their targets, the predator has become the prey
They stick themselves on every surface, leaving goo and excrements and lay their eggs and then eat them and little worms come bursting out of their own bellies, killing them, but every death brings thirty lives
And they swarm and stalk and hunt and crawl and kill and eat and suck out blood and lay their eggs in predators to whom they were prey to once and repeat the cycle on and on
There's no male or female in these worms, they all lay eggs and all eat them, the average live span spanning up to thirty minutes or fifty days for the barren worms and sickly ones who can't produce or eat at all. They're cut off from the massive swarm and slowly die of little warmth
The swarm is one and none at once, their tiny brains feed into one, they move as one and eat as one and when the time is right they die as one and leave the newer worms to come and take over and feed for fun
They started off as little worms and now the size of little dogs and ever growing ever sure in just a month, they'd be like dinosaurs.
The world is ending, who'd have thought, we all knew this but we didn't think it'd end like this, a mutant breed of evil squirmers on a killing spree.

Perhaps if the root was killed with speed instead of testing it for keys of mutant DNA and genes, just maybe the world would still be free, but instead they kept me in a cell and then the first worm came out of my leg and kicked the world to it's ending gear the mutant spree begins the end.

But they don't kill me, they let me live and build a throne for only me, I am their king, their God, their leige
I brought the world down to it's knees, the mutant king the last there is as humanity ceases to be

(Trigger warning: This chapter contains worms, Lots of worms)

A/N: can you imagine if someone actually puts a trigger warning at the end of the chapter, that'd be so insensitive right?