A Writer's Elegy

I need you to know

The demons I'm fighting

Before I must go

I'll share them in writing

I'm made of regrets

And mundane subsistence

Incarnate vignettes

Of a worthless existence

I've lain with my guilt

A restless bed shared

My guts have been spilt

But nobody cared

I could empty the grief

Drain these misery veins

Feel the crimson relief

But the deep blue remains

I draw nothingnesses

From black hole heart

Paint abstract abysses

Oblivion art

I'm always alone

In a crowded room

I'm always unknown

In a nameless tomb

I've been lured to wastelands

To seek self-destruction

On siren shore sands

Of lust and seduction

I'll slowly bequeath

My will to survive

As Time bares its teeth

And consumes me alive

I believe when you die

So too does your soul

Your salvation's a lie

And Truth rots in a hole

I'm leprous afflictions

To your smiling faces

I'm faithless convictions

To pious good graces

I've woken in sorrow

From unfulfilled dreams

Cursing tomorrow

With nightmarish screams

I revel in vices

Of white winter's blight

And devil devices

Of shame-bottled plight

I welcome the reaping

With feasts of laments

With fine wines of weeping

And sin's decadence

I'm carrion skin

An atrophied carcass

Decaying within

A flesh-eating darkness

I've watched mankind sink

To the depths of its greed

As I've drowned in the ink

Flowing blood that I read

I ' ll hang from the gallow's

Rope of mortality

Claimed by the shadow's

Noose of reality