Ame Damnee

My soul is carrion...

Worms of doubt slowly rust it away
Maggots of pain possess it rightfully
Dark crows of solitude circle above it
Tearing it apart with their steely claws.
They feast upon my self-hatred
Gobbling it down greadily
Savouring its great chunks of bloody fear
Cawing for insanity and aberration
To come and finish off what's left
And so it comes...
A brooding jackal with acid-like saliva
That burns the carcass to the ashes of anguish.

My soul is carrion...
Nunquam resurgam...