Perished......

The essence of a devil's spawn
marinated in scorching hell fire
Permeates the passing breeze,
sharing its cologne of rotten flesh
Corrupting innocence yet again,
with what smiles in the darkness

The very smell causes my mind
to split into fragments, while my
skin swathes around my bones
squeezing me...bringing me
to a never ending low.
I can't cease the tormented
laughter crawling through
my psyche. Spitting this seed of
hatred within my core.

A masquerade of damnation begins
as the demons cloak forms
Deep hunger of virgin flesh,
ensues my conscience
The embodiment of evil I become,
a mere play toy of destruction

I lose control of all thoughts.
Doomed from my birth to fall
into the hands of the devil.
I wait with the moon to thrive
upon the unrequited actions
of my bare now burned soul. Too
many years have faded to minutes
wasting away with the dusk.
I must act now or forever
be eaten away by my own
mind maggots being left
to melt and perish with ease.

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