Hostess with the Mostest

Hostess with the Mostest

I have a worm in my gut,
constant hunger, endless rut.
Traveled up into my nose,
no more smelling perfumed rose.

Made its way into my eyes,
blinding me from constant lies.
Slithered deep into my brain,
creeping scalp drove me insane.

Wrapped around my swollen tongue,
now my taste buds are all numb.
Snaked into my beating heart,
tore the muscle clean apart.

I can’t move and I can’t speak;
body drained and all too weak.
Parasite in me was fed,
Ate me all, and now I’m dead.