• maggots creeping from a bloodied gaping hole in my chest
    from my tar filled heart
    pulsing forth
    with every feeble beat of it
    as the carrion crows sit
    and feast upon their exquisite meal....
    i early let my inner demons rage forward
    expelled from my chest..... drenched in blood
    tar
    darkness
    yet i fear....
    i will be unable to grasp their slimy wings.....
    the world shall know the agony i bear
    through these vessels of sadness
    of madness
    the creatures of my prodigy....
    i give up
    instead of the world
    they turn to me
    ready to make me misserable
    and they are o-so excellent at that