argo

Twisted and torn

A rotting in my gut

The insanity has forced me

Into an unending rut

A sharp wit has cut me

Yet I bleed only black

And drink from the wound

To put it all back

The knot in my stomach

Is where my brain went to hide

For the darkness has overrun

It's best place to reside

The fire in my loins

Unquenched, burns again

No means to extinguish

It torches from with in

I have no use for love

Nor do I for life

To take hold of either

Would surely bring strife

I feel only the touch

From the evil inside

Twisting my psyche

On a turbulent ride

I hate with a passion

The only passion I feel

As I look in the mirror

My life does not seem real

I pray for an end

To the abyss in my soul

But my total destruction

Seems this life's only goal