fuck

 the nauseating odour of soulrot lines my skin
as my senses seep from many wounds
tired eyes stare heavy through the blood roads
landing hard on tepid veins splayed critically thin

my emotional haze has been chemically razed
i've embraced the patron of harm
i've lit all the fuses and i dance in the fire
to make my nightmares relatively calm

tracks of my intention lie the valley of flesh
vilifying destruction in one ml depressions
volition is listed and prone to stalk the line
between my downfall and better intentions

you'd be correct in thinking i should give a fuck

but i am sickness
i am my own disease
and i am due solution

my soul pleads for recognition of yield
gutted through i fall soul splayed
to stain the rocks with a dark mind and a smile

lay low my dry hollow bones
and pray cloak me hallowed

i am roadkill