• Rippling wave of devastation, marked my soul for desecration,

    Feelings of such strong desire, adding bricks to my funeral pyre,

    mental arthritis getting tight, covers up the lonely plight.

    rhythmic cancer of wholesale thought, what have you wrought?

    God damn my soul!

    Questioning hope, Asking for answers, no longer able to cope.

    Drifting through this reality, refusing to allow myself to see

    Crafting illusions, posthumous lie, dealing with consequence to every cry.

    No longer looking forward, or back, the dreams I so severely lack.

    God damn my life!

    Becoming lost, sordid confusion, knowing nothing, I sponsor delusion.

    Catatonic frozen calamity, existing and embracing the purgatory.

    Of which is my own design, with my heart it does align.

    Basking alone in the moon washed wind storm, impossible return to dark form.

    God damn it all!