Misanthropic

Feels like my life is drawing to a close, a parting of flesh for all to judge.
Like my throat my emotions severely lacerated, a tarnished past leaves no future.
My torso ripped in two, like I was from you.
My carcass tells the story of suffering and fear.
My bloated ego fills the body with putrid methane.
No heart until it was built to feel for you, entwined in the mud it will stay.
My spirit never soared, it was instead chained to the cloud that looms over, the dog is my keeper.
A fitting end for a worthless life.