With the unshaped
Discipline of the body
Sentiments of hanging
By a thread and torturing.
Endorphins fall and relapse something
So pure and so numbing
Seduced by those false lines,
Endure the hunger which is coming.
Remains of crushed veins,
Exhumed to rise.
Breathe discretely leave nothing in vain,
Deprevation in its prime
Would slaughter without need.
Fall deeply into the wounds
With an ease closer to concaved misuse
Asphyxiation engulfed and infused
With crippling discomfort to be abused.
Disease, bastard king,
You've led me to a, killing spree
It seeps slowly into my bones,
Releasing its pain
Torn, separate the skin from the bones,
It seeps into me
Gnawing the flesh from my face.