Tangible Affliction

My hell fire is written in the wake of my steps

Like bones, the wind will bend and snap

To the will of my breath and the sounds of my screams

But the world will never know of me and those things.

The things that roll in the back of my head

That I wish and I beg and I pray to forget

They wait and they watch and they climb undead

The moments I've lived dragging you to your death.

Your innocence beating as a clambering pest

Sickening sweetness in a vain mess

Ablivious to depth in your minds eye

A waste of all of man and god's time

My hell fire burns away a vacant soul

Who's body has been manicured and worshipped and sold

To all of the earth and all of its things that couldn't matter less

Than what it could bring.