I'm so lost

Tangled in tragedy cold and hurt, while stricken from my own mind, sold and burnt. I with my self, a burdain in my own time.
Wretched and stale I'm rancid with filth, Tis my heart now thus blackened so deeply within my fear. Lost and now scattered in this dark that is so near.
Now with Lucifer's tongues locked so tightly with mine, the control of this toxicity has manipulated me.
I am but a mere puppet parading in the shadows of my own stagnant life nothing more then a broken reflection and an impossibly transparent image of my self.
A barron land of nothingness, now an uncharted pain.
With my last humane reaction to shed these acidic tears of rain...