Cordyceps

Sin is my cordyceps,

permeating my body, mind, and soul,

extending out through my orifices,

my mouth and my eyes,

thin brown mushrooms reaching out

like rotting appendages,

always drawn to sex, drugs, and rock and roll

that give birth to want and suffering,

limping me towards a dark oblivion

beyond the stars, beyond light,

the great without,

the infinite emptiness,

the hopeless dark of death.