Words Left Unsaid #10

There's something rotten within me A silent urge to ruin the temple I reside in Its evident In my hands Which are red at the tips and broken at the nails. Evident in the tremors in my arms that shake with and without control. Evident in the ungulating in my chest that turns my body heavy. ever slowing. It seems as though this flesh I live in wishes to destroy its shell. But something keeps me from decaying completely. What is it.