Come see the face of failure

break down before your eyes

sinking into the putrid pit of the fallen flies

I feel my flesh is crawling

something inside me thrives

there is a sickness in me that wants to see you all bleed

there is a sickness in me that only wants to feed.

I hear them calling from the abyss

I feel the endless pull

of their finger tips.

this empty place

inside of me

is growing still

all consuming

this wretched place

that no one can see

is eating away every single part of me.

what have I become?

this is my final failure

become the omega.

no strings now left now to sever

a ceaseless vendetta

constructed by frustration

beating me into dust

I hear them calling from the abyss

I feel the endless pull

of their finger tips.

this empty place

inside of me

is growing still

all consuming

this wretched place

that no one can see

is eating away every single part of me.