The Darkness Grows Apace Poem by Noah Body

The darkness grows apace
Where does it grow quicker?
Outside or in my heart?
I've never won the sticker

Rotting away at my core
Rotten wood on the deck
Where is the rot thicker?
On my soul it's not a speck

Disease suppurates inside of me
Putrefaction lives at my core
Poison lives in my very heart
Wounds that are ever so sore

Rot and disease are all that's me
Purest poison leaches from my heart
I am the blackest of the black
Right from the very start

Damn it I don't care for this poem
It doesn't measure up to rhyme or beat
But all that it ever needs to say
Is how much it eats me, it's not neat

Sad effort at rhyme and reason
I've given it all this season
This has fallen way too short
And so now I must abort