Jagged black wings circling
the corpse of what you used to be.
cmongst the lost in the land of Nod.
Serpentine eyes searching for weakness.

Ruinous desire.
Sick with need.

cmongst the lost in the land of Nod.
I mine myself for pity but conjure only disgust.

cll of your moral notions cast aside.
I watch the rot inside your blackened heart
metastasize.
What's left of you, a burning ruin.
Temple of self collapsing in.

I have built a wall of flame to keep you out of my head.
I would sooner immolate than let you burn me again.