A tumor of mold
Inherits you inside
Spreads in you
Soon to putrefy

Convulsion sets in
Relentless aggrieve
Stench of decay
Starts possessing visibility

Putrid stench
?
Infected body
Slowly putrefies

Heading for death
Flesh turns out to be mold
About these symptoms
You were never told

Decomposed to shreds
Bodily debris
Coagulated blood, molded flesh
Surrounded by disease

Recently died
But limbs are moving anyway
Thoughts have ceased
But you scream in hysterical rage