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I have sunk into an inexhaustible, unnerving sin,

an unnatural stroke at the face of God.

The urge to twist with a smile the sickest bliss

slithering what moral once controlled.

I am held by an obscene spawned weakness,

a companion to what does not feel alive.

An exquisite pleasure no art could concede,

a craving laying on what’s left of mankind.

How can I regain the wealth I had before

if now I only feel my need rising?

A hideous gnarling wound seeking not beauty

but the gathering of flesh for surviving?

The world failed through war and starvation,

a mirrored hell for servants of will.

The benightedness of uncommon deeds

smearing a void with vicious yearnings to fill.

Laying desire as the embodiment of madness,

delusion striking blatantly at wisdom.

I see mornings losing the once adored dawn

fleeing scared towards dusk with no repentance, a shame relentless.

Such is the vile need of desperate men

as a play for survival forgets all that moral taught.

The churning visions of hunger melting my desire with blood

and the screams are far to be heard, dignity losing will!

A disguise for constrained philosophies where significance is null,

parched pathways of errors befriending the ruins of my mind.

I have been a man, now an abominable experience of endurance,

the unlimited curse that greets and kills the hero in you!!!