Immanent Putrescence

Fragments of who I was are now exposed before me Offering decay Offering defeat To return to the grave&to return as a slave Mangled in the likeness Of self inflicted crisis Feeding on the righteous Spreading like a virus Obstruction of progression Festering on the soul Consuming acquisition Loss of all control Fragments of who I was are now exposed before me I will not decay Never suffer defeat Ripped, torn discrete Buried six feet deep