Spawn Of Possession

Sores on my back mysteriously illustrates themselves.
Beyond medicine of current day I'm being tortured by this growing inflammation.
Blood vessels running swift in my sweaty brow.
I feel this is a gift upon the price I just collected against my will I shall embrace it.
It drip-dries from its inverted, bloated head.
The blood in which I stand reflecting as I look down and see the anomalous thing.
changing in structure, my expression, looks not human,
I have seen this face in my awake dreams, an abomination,
a form from the most wicked of depths has now been granted my distorted flesh.
A sense of joy as my body bit by bit sloughs off.
Destiny, my sickening providence I shall accept with widespread wings.
With open eyes I start to feel delight.