The Lord Is My Light - Full of Hell

Hatred grows in inches

This rotten body, this rotten world, these putrid soles

Won’t take me

Lay these shit bones down to rest

In regret and resplendence

A singularity, a moving point

Humming and quaking

Broken, in stasis

Devoid.

Malcontent

Split wrists and pale eyes

A being repellent of life

Hatred grows

I want out of this empty hull

There is no life here for my wretched soul

This rotten body, this rotten world, these putrid soles

They won’t take me, but I can take myself

I can take myself

I want out