Like a bee sting, it hurts. It swells in the area and turns a violet red Then as time goes on it hurts like a bruise with a never-ending sore that creeps throughout your body, until it can’t migrate no more.
Like bee sting, you can’t get the stinger out, and you see how it spreads
Yellow pasty skin, blue-black splotches, the color of the night
Almost as if someone sprinkled the colors upon you

You struggle, you fight, you battle until the end
Until there is nothing left to fight with no more
It consumes you whole, and you are fighting with yourself to breathe
The last bit of light before everything goes black
Leaving your loved ones behind
While you are free