Self Destruction -

An unconscious weight of cold memories freeze me in apathy.

It drowns me in a thick, suffocating, woeful isolation.

Outside the grey walls of my tomb, vicious black smog spews a vile breath of

ash and misery.

I can’t escape.

Tormented by the deafening howl of a withering lust.

The painful atrophy of my dead flesh withers with a self destructive craving

for the end…

I want to feel your corrosive tears lay me bare, burn away my flesh and leave

my hollow shell weeping.

Weeping for the numbing bliss of nonexistence.