Spacious Hatred

Cracked and distorted visage of a saint,
Pledged to serve that which you taint.
Lost in a spiraling fury that corrodes,
Turning to metal, ready to reload.
Seeping through the splinters in our existence,
Finding nothing except your own subsistence.
Give up on exploring the vacuity,
Madness brought about through the inanity.

Breathe in the breadth of your imagination,
Spit out the hatred of your inevitable cessation,
Poison invades the bloodstream left with no filtration,
Finally realizing the forthcoming cremation,
Elevate yourself through self-mutilation,
You can only know  yourself in times of privation.

Rely on the damned to provide you new light,
It's the first time in days you've been without sight.
Ripping through the muscle and arteries,
Leaving only memories delivered on gurneys.
This hatred swells up and grips tightly your being,
Controlled by your inability to create anything worth feeling.

You can starve,
You can carve,
You can harm,
You can rearm,
You can defend,
But I'm here until the end.