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Autoloathe
Stomach’s churning, sickness turning,
my head’s confused, I’m not amused,
pain surges, conflicting urges,
insufferable suffering.
Happiness and joy benighted,
soulless hungry body blighted,
anger and pain are all I’ve felt,
cursing the hand that I’ve been dealt.
Putrescence devastating me,
caustic loss of a will to be,
self-loathing burning me throughout,
quintessence suffering with drought.
For all who hate me and I hate,
for all that who of me berate,
none can equal the abhorrence,
upon myself I do dispense!
DISSECT MY FLESH AND MAKE ME BLEED,
FOR ANGER AND HATE I’VE DECREED!
Suffer my life unto my mind and suffer my mind unto my body, and I shall appear from
without as I appear from within, tainted and soaked with sin, wearing my pain, as a second
skin.
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