Failing life for yesterdays triumphs,
chasing death for fears of tomorrow,
caught in a loop of frozen resentment,
doughting the goals i never concede.
I relish the glory of self mutilation,
defacing the bearer of honour and pride,
sunk to the depths of darkness and evil,
an old timber tomb of solitude and pain.
The scars i wear of hurt and betrayal,
I brandish my heart as proof of this life,
the cold coursing flow of poisonous venom,
bile and blood both clotted with time.