The putrid remnants of the fall..
awaken from the ashen.
the feral shriek implodes my inputs.
general things make a glory when I need to hide myself.
I am going nowhere.
Now warmth of the oppressive head sublimates me
the lost companionship of my sweet hate.
No body loves me.
The stains on my soul cant me effaced.
The malignant creature I am now.
The bravura of death troll and the binge for blood.
I am not to be blamed for my the rampage..
my penchant for cadaver
there is a murder in my mind and false confession of being happy.
I was staright and i was keeping my virus for the death call..
a bliss where my death blooms and a darkness that never fades.
I order my own sentence. order my own flesh to eat.
The bulging out eye balls and the defying love and humanity.
The society demands my fall and I am not cleansed.
Poisoned with self loathing hate and the burns swiftly losing itself.
The fettered shits to my living and the genocide.
human violence and a figure of disembowelment..
The tales of obsequies is my requiem ..
carried away and running from a slow decay.
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