The Lord Is My Light

Hatred grows in inches
This rotten body, this rotten world, these putrid soles
Won’t take me
Lay these shit bones down to rest
In regret and resplendence
A singularity, a moving point
Humming and quaking
Broken, in stasis
Devoid. Malcontent
Split wrists and pale eyes
A being repellent of life
Hatred grows
I want out of this empty hull
There is no life here for my wretched soul
This rotten body, this rotten world, these putrid soles
They won’t take me, but I can take myself
I can take myself
I want out