shubniggurath

i feel so unpersonal, as i write these devotionals
these people seem so pitiful
there life is something endable
as i die, they may bleed, come to me end in me
pity white and blood alike as trees of change control my brain
its over for the charred red death, a pagan ritual one step left
til hit rock bottom, bottom feeder
takin my feet somewhere cleaner
but i am dirty too
not just dead like you
i am not, i am nothing, iam callous, i am bleeding
as i grey, my color fades, and my self slowly fades away
ware for quickening, burn the stash, rocket round the blundered past
and i am still thirsty, and so dirty