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.