Self Destruction

An unconscious weight of cold memories freeze me in apathy.
It drowns me in a thick, suffocating, woeful isolation.
Outside the grey walls of my tomb, vicious black smog spews a vile breath of
ash and misery.
I can’t escape.
Tormented by the deafening howl of a withering lust.
The painful atrophy of my dead flesh withers with a self destructive craving
for the end…
I want to feel your corrosive tears lay me bare, burn away my flesh and leave
my hollow shell weeping.
Weeping for the numbing bliss of nonexistence.