Salted Wound
It came to me in my descent
Cloaked in hatred - draped in fire.
Evil tasting - my pain so sweet
My misery It's only desire.
Devouring flesh - my salted wound,
Sucking bile from my blackened soul.
Dragging me deeper into it's depths,
My agony It's only goal.
Hell hath no mercy and no regret.
No inkling of love or the pure.
It's unquenched thirst cannot be fulfilled,
This beast craves and cries out for more.
Further I fall into the abyss,
My body and soul - feeding the gloom.
While the minions sit and gorge themselves,
Forever feasting upon my salted wound.
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