black

were that what i do 

make who i am

were that what i harbour 

define my desire

truly i'd be less than a man

condemned

condemned condemned. 

see

my eyes are red

and not from remorseful tears 

i feed and feed my soul 

with worthless fears.

it's black and jaded

crawls, corrodes and withers

but if i didn't

my soul hungers 

a bottomless pit and

i've got naught else to feed it.

i fill me up 

with filth and dust

just to find more spaces

to leave me aghast. 

what to do

where to turn to

i've tried everything

yet i've tried naught.

God you've got to save me

or watch as i feed me 

to shrivel and rot.