Woe upon me this day of ruin
Fraught with not but anguish
Scattered across this unhallow earth lies pieces of my marred soul
Who be I to see the rise of another sun?
To go on and remake what is lost?
Witness these salted channels form valleys down my face
Taste the despair of a hollow gut
Hear the grumble of my essence tear itself apart
**** the creators
Blast the makers
Couldn't they have worked with sturdier stock?
Burden once grabbed unraveled
Writhe along the floor like the worm I am
Nothing in this life could bring joy again
The bite of rope filling my throat would only begin to satisfy