fucked

            
 
the nauseating odour of soulrot lines the skin  
as my senses seep from many wounds  
desperate eyes stare heavy through the blood roads  
falling hard on tepid veins splayed critically thin  
 
my emotional haze has been chemically razed  
i've been embraced by the patron of harm  
i've lit all the fuses and slow dance with fire  
to make nightmares a relative calm  
 
tracks of my intention lie the valley of flesh  
vilifying destruction in two ml depressions  
volition is listed and prone to stalk the line  
between my downfall and better intentions  
 
you'd be correct in thinking i should give a fuck  
 
but the rape winds will still spawn crops of hope decay  
and fear of deceit cuts the eyes of tomorrow's child  
another borrowed tab of cold intentions span the rails  
to stain the rocks with a dark mind and a smile  
 
i am sickness  
i am my own disease  
and i am due solution  
lay low my dry hollow bones  
and pray cloak me hallowed  
 
i am roadkill