To die

My Mind is desolate

As it bends

In this saturated world

Untrustworthy scabs cover my eyes

I haemorrhage from puss filled scars

Poverty bound

This cancerous echo deepens in my sorrow

My back is bent

Doubled in agony

I crawl on blistered knees

In the shadow of the afterlife

Witnessed by those ever pitying reptiles

My memories are faint now

But visions of smiles still preoccupy me

My eyes are bright

But torn from sockets

And cast into deep ravines Like tumours by malignant hands

I feel tight grips around my throat

My heart is ripped out and destroyed

Many will perish tonight

This hell that we call living

Will be a bitter demise