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Lumbering from darkened rooms

Slithers through ward corridors

In witching hours searching for the end; for the final chapter

A breathless epilogue and the bliss of release

Soul rot

The terminus of spirits when all is lost

Watch yourself fade to a pinprick

Forgotten and scarred by despair

Give yourself over to decay

To watch everything you loved slip away;

tumourous and bloated by the spectre of your presence

Misery cascades and cripples

Something rotten grows within; festering at its vicious whim

Some other self armed with gnashing teeth

that charges forth when all else grows dim

Nascent, it beckons

Cloaked in vile, barbiturate haze;

my own dark halo to mark my final days

I know my hell better than I know myself

And I know what will take it all away

Leave only wreckage and poisoned ground

Cruelly snatches at every inch of reason

and swallows it whole

Like parasites swarming from sallow skin

Soul rot

The terminus of spirits when all is lost

When you watch yourself fade to a pinprick

Forgotten and scarred by despair

Torn apart by suicidal rage

Reflected in bitterness as it pools beneath in brackish tides

Everything leathers

Pestilence erupts; spirit deconstructs

Soul rot

That from which I crawl my way back,

just to cascade into ruin

Bitterly aware of the shadows that stand above me