Tar crucifixion

Life on the outside is getting colder, the damage I've done has severed the chord, under this roof is the creature, with talons and venom, its heart grows bleaker. The tar that has trapped me, it's gripping even tighter. The creature snarls and hisses, its grasp will not cease, until I'm no longer victim. My blood is cold and also non existent, they called me hollow prophet, because of my vision. of fire and fury with a touch of madness, Of pain and cruelty by the touch of malice.