damaged conscious
malignancy
stabbed through the heart survival impossible unbinding of a soul sliced open by the tethers cords of destruction
blood pours over my pulse feeble my breath quickened by pain.
strung by a noose of razor balanced on a blade of steel nothing remains no one not even me
distortion is here laughing at me you my tormentor my malevolent self hands bound by
wired blades poisoned cutting into my wrists.
i feel my imminent death malice is all i am to know possessed by something malevolent
eaten away loss of life mine no remorse no still gray silence is all i hear.
my dying breath leaks away slowly i see no return no longer am i to breathe amongst
my kin i am the dead my only allies the dark of night my last resort.
my adversity my strength the angel of death an old friend i am
me i am never ending my own true enemy
malignancy
