Lettin go

Fuck this body I dreadfully walk in. The face I see every morning, just a mask over an angry expression. I am nothing but synthetic. Nothing real, but the pure hatred I have for myself. I walk the streets as everyone else does, dress the same way. The only difference, the cursed soul inside. Satan has locked me inside the fiery pit of anguish. There will no longer be a smile upon my face. This blood in my veins turn to pure poison. It takes over my body and my lungs. I try to gasp for crisp air. My struggles are useless. I no longer resist the very death of me. The poison pumps through every vein and vessel. My head pounds and I can no longer see straight. My vision blurs as though I am drunk. My body collapses as the clock ticks louder. I can hear every noise made to man. Oh what joy I have been brought now! The devil is being defeated. I now lay in a crooked fetal position. The poison seeps through my pores. My body bursts out in broken seams of my skin. Poison outlines my body like the chalk outline of a dead man. I am now gone......I am free atlast from the devils harsh grip.