whirlpool's edge

caught in the void of it all
that bitter cesspool
my self loathing ,
trapped  
I dance the whirlpool's edge

I despise you like a cancer.
I will devour you,
while the embers burn
beneath self destructive souls
decaying upon their funeral pyres.

All I can do is laugh
such hysterics!
two steps forward
three downward,
as I build myself up -
only to mutilate myself
as I sift through the mess
that will inevitably be left.