Putrefaction

I stare into the abyss  
With honey on my lips    
Staining, it did not stare back    
And sharing no secrets    
   
I cry blue into the silence,    
Old am I in bandage    
Victim of a soul attack    
As torn as it seems, is    
   
I, heavy like an anvil    
Collapse beneath gravel    
Slow fall head first, maniac;    
How far will I spiral?    
   
I crumble as I marvel    
At this quiet scandal,    
This foul sunset habitat    
Where I dawn my mantle.