Diluted, I drink the cocktail, the petrol of my heart. Tinged with anti-freeze it burns so fine, a slight reminder this corpse is still alive.

Yet the ink has dulled, my expiration date is nearer. It's grown faint with one thousand miles of wear. Though the reaper doesn't seem to fear. There's a conspiracy stowing away in here. 

Call the police! Alert the authorities! There's an intruder hiding out in me. Euthanize the monster for the greater sake of society. Interrogate the witnesses, my heart bludgeoned/beaten police brutality. 

Laid down atop the shallow grave, my soul weeps it could not be saved. From the starving flames of an angelic doomsday. The bodies burn as the grass blades mourn. The virus blossoms, the war starts today!