Vomit stained reflections of you
Reek in the blood tinged floor of my heart
I’m diseased by you; I die.

Arcane bruises encase me
In your aloof prison of void and blind walls
I wrenched the bars of my soul impotently; I die.

Conspired assassinations betrayed,
By the contaminated heart you bequeath me
I scythed off my tattooed pain; I die

The metallic stench of a blood-cleaned knife
Fills my cell like my devoted prayer to you to end me
I ceased as my existence is shattered; I die.

You destroyed my Alpha, misplaced my Omega,
Going back before there were beginnings and ends
Now I mock your power in the after-smoke of your failures,

You try to abstract me from my cell, but you forgotten, I’ve died.

By Angel Ashton