Rotten

Rotten is as rotten does
Rotten lives as rotten loves
Rotten lies beneath his skin
Rotten crumbles from within
Rotting like his cold hide stung
As the ash upon his tongue
Rotten finds his direst need
And there it lays its vital seed
Rotten like his appetite
Rotten sours his delight
Rotten weighs upon his bones
Rotten his despair condones
Rotting in a slow decay
Rotting til the light of day
Rotting now that he is whole
Rot, the curse of human soul