My Wretched Humanity

I can't look at you anymore

My reflection is just too strong

Your feet on the floor

Perfect widow's song

I can't understand anymore

All what I am is slowly dying

Surface to rotting core

All those bones are crying

Have I so miserably failed

Deciding to live

Have I killed myself instead.

The death of flesh yields graves

The death of souls start eternity

And all what this world prevails

Is my past's stench of rancid sanity

The temples of lust are blind

Rejecting all suns that beckoned

The Captive lovers grind

Consumed deities sickened

I can exhale your sin no more

All my fear is petrifying

Heaven to hell's door

All in the ground are lying

Abandoned near the fallen stone

A haunted effigy

Wasting in grey fields alone.

The death of flesh yields graves

The death of souls start eternity

And all what this world prevails

Is my past's stench of rancid sanity

That wretched humanity.

I remain a self-consumed slave of love

Forgotten poet with untold pain

A sinner guilty of forbidden worship

How can I see the sun again?

Will death of flesh yield a grave?

Or will I rot for eternity?

And if my soul in love prevails

Can I count on my clear insanity?

The death of flesh yields the graves

The death of souls start eternity

And all what this world prevails

Is My past's stench of rancid sanity.

My wretched humanity.