Full of Hell
Coven of the Larynx
The larynx croaks inward devotion
An existence hewn from varicose flesh
Palatal tones pass dimly outward
From a slurred and careworn wretch's mouth
Bereft of love, self inflicted
The molded image of a crippled whelp
Marked with a benign crow's foot
And wallowing in placidity
And from the same loam, I was borne and cut
A wicked lich, spiraling senseless
Caustic pariah, pitch smeared visage
Boring through you