Stricken with disease, infected by lepra. Now my body is rotting but i am alive.
Terminal disease. Hopeless for the future. Body racked in pain. I am a leper.
Condemned to life by death, doomed to dead life. I'm slated.
Death took my flesh away but took not my soul. i am damned.
Soul encased in the dead body, i'm alive and dead at once.
Painful to perceive that i am incurable.
Live and rot. Rot alive. It's not life. It's existence. Rotting existence.
Hopeless and thence helpless, that's why i lose my mind.
Frenzy of despair. Bereft of all hope. Forsaken by god.
Death flows through my veins. Dwells in me.
Body is deformed. Nasal bone destroyed. Disfigured face.
Dilapidated flesh. Missing toes and fingers. Falling apart, piece by piece.
Smell my own rot. Unbearable pain. Rotting existence.
I hide my face. Hooded, dressed in rags. Look like a dead.
Bell hangs on my neck, announces that a [bad word] near.
We exist and rot alive, then die and rot again.
Rot before and after death. I see the pile of dead.
Live and rot. Rot alive. It's not life. It's existence. Rotting.
I hear a crack of wooden wheels - [bad word] along the street. Stirring sound.
Cart heaped with dead. The air fills with smell of rot.
Church court condemned me to death. Encoffinment alive. Requiem.
Obituary ceremony. I was buried.
"You are not alive you are dead for all of us."-They said.
Then dug me up and took me to the leprosarium...Forever!