Meep
WORMWOOD
I am the venom that lulls you to sleep

Frostwork lines the sullen waters that you weep

Choking from the ether, grasping at ya throat



The chrysanthemum withers and falls to lie on cold stone

Next to the devastation caused by the vertigo

Lying in the gutter, hoping for the separation to subside



My hubris cloaks a frail psyche, trust no longer dwells inside

As the sweat, as the chills, travel down my brow and spine

Gritting my teeth, I've been left to compromise with an absent god i had cast aside

My nerves are tearing, I'm struggling to open up and confide



26 years feeling like an eternity, stuck in a bodybag, i'm my own worst enemy

Harboring this enmity, flowing through my veins, a delusion, a bastard until only ash remains



Life is a balance of chaos and serenity