Writhe in contorted mass Cultivating flesh for the carrion Suffocate under the will Of sardonic minds Desperately claw From remnants of Your hope forlorn The light just out of reach Commit your body Wrought with exertion Emaciated Hope of fruition washed away Doomed toil strive away from rot To the mocking sun infatuated Your mind lost Consumed in lust, greed, despair