Gut me open like a fish
And the thing will fall out
Putrid and horrible all the same
Stamp down upon the damned organ
In hopes that whatever vile sludge oozes out
Will corrode the flesh of those who got too close
Gaze upon me in all my wicked glory
A wretched and horrid wreck of a man
Floundering helplessly in rage
And nothing to show for it
Except the self inflictions of addiction
And slowly eroding away
At the broken systems inside me
Barely making the ends meet to survive
Watch as it all goes aflame
With every cigarette I smoke
With every bottle I polish off
See how I destroy myself
A temple meant to be annihilated
Nothing holy rests here
Only the WRATH
Of the forsaken
The shallow breathing of a corpse
That belongs to me.
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Collection Of Poems: Feelings and Fears
PoetryThese are a collection of poems and written works that I have done, and I will be posting them here.
