The Prayer

I am, the vapid interest of motly glow
diminished and waning with deranged intensity;
the mindless ravings clutched a withering finger
shuddering wave of horrid retchings and grave
the pity, you have wickedly forsaken through
elusive ignorance of incessant debauchery
laughing with abandon on the face of utter grief
madness painted in your fanatical eyes;
the you, you were yesterday
soul-less hollow in tattered ruins of spirit
wafting guilessly through wretchedness of obsolete empathy
grime laden writhing bodies of diseased flesh;
the life that bleeds unforgiving bitterness
a song of the sanguine swelling through your blackened veins
florid erruptions through your paper thin skin parched
angry rash of malignant thoughts painfully stretched;
the all encompassing lord and your servile mentality;
the keeper of cruel tyranny torn through your seams
of overburdend restraint and i tortuously swim
in the wake of wrenching waves of grizzly sin;
the you, who dreams of absolute salvation;
an infinite tourniquet stemming the flow of acrid vomit
fervently wishing an escape to unfold through this nightmare,
piercing this universe of vacuumed disgust and depravement...