Filth

I am rolling in the rotten mud

Temples throbbed with heated blood

Head crowned with wreath, piercing into my soul

Incessantly biting my tongue

Crawling in pain, hunted down by nihility

Father, am I your son?

Want be dead

Clambering on snags, these vicious snags

My eyes are glued up with some burning slag

Rubbing my eyes, escaping the trap of womb

Striving for solace of light

Gaining my sight, I see creatures around me

Doomed to be lost in this night

Want be dead

Maze of filth, I'm doomed to dwell

I am hell and heaven, I'm heaven and hell