Mercy, Has Gone

An ever doward spiral.
A transference of Spiritual disease, turn viral.
Death arrived, & did not fair you well.
Within it's clutches, cast you to the very pits of Hell.
Come now, the gnawing & gnashing of teeth.
But deaf ears fall upon you, way down underneath.
Wake will you not, from  this desperate condition.
A subject, are you, to slow decomposition.
Mercy, has gone the way of your soul.
In it's place, a chiseled out, blackened, gaping hole.