Still Dying

Pugnent. Disgusting repulsing devastating revolting the stench of my old rotting flesh is overwhelming I must of been dead for more than a few days I slow myself down to look back your screams seem to be gone maybe I am safe my tired bones need rest so I sit. Where is the sound that was played so feverishly that not even my carcass could ignore... suddenly I hear the beating begin this time louder than before I must be nearby my feet rapidly soar toward its direction I can only live for this harsh sound. I see a man, his face is painted in a red substance, his eyes fierce and steady instantly I am in love. His foreign skin and figure something new at least to me and I could only live for him and his creation of such inexplicable noise. But he won't have me. My decomposing meat was.. Disgusting repulsing devastating revolting pugnent.