Inside Out.

I'll take maggots and coal
To replace my skin
In my fingertips' steads
You'll find scorpions' stings
From black char lungs
Come the red desert's winds
Now I've Hell on the outside
As well as the in

I've Hell on the inside
As well as the out
Atrophied organs
Of rot and of gout
Dropping chunks of dead flesh
Like a cursed apple tree
As well as outside
I've got Hell within me