Malthusian Rot

In the city, in the town, in the countryside, in the world in my head, in my heart, a plague spreads forever and endless, its tears and destroys the fabric of all and nothing. Leaving behind not nothing but an emptiness, an absence, a blank. When it enters a life form it reduces them into nothing, just a husk walking and waiting no soul, no mind only body. I get sick. The demonic hell virus drives its way into my body like a tank through enemy infantry, wrecks havoc upon my body like some malthusian death god sent to tear apart all of me. I slowly become emptier and emptier and emptier, I feel my diseased and broken brain slowly discentagrated inside my own skull. Quickly quicker than anything before it closes in upon my soul, and wraps itself around it like a black hole drawing a sun into itself in order to return all to the void. Leaving nothing but a white dwarf husk of a human behind. I feel myself drained and dragged further and further to that event horizon with no choice, no emotion, no help I scream my last as my “self” is torn asunder within Tartarus the great pits of void and nothing. I am a husk of something that was