Dead before death

dirty wounds in your flesh, 
old and opened always, 
your clothes, drenched by festering blood, 
your body, signed by disgust 

worms feast on your body 
when you're still alive, 
maggots and little flys, 
a festival of insects 

they consume, you cry, 
death is no more far away, 
you will be half eaten 
before you die