The grass is shades of nigrescent green, and dew from the night's mist dampens my toes.
I walk in awe in the moon's lit path, unto a place that no man knows.
My flesh is bare, no shred of cloth veils over my solicitous skin...
And the stars are caliginous, for they've been washed astray by the peccant and flagrant sin.
Fog consumes the atmosphere, and a crisp breeze flows through my esthetic hair
As tears of heaven fall gently, unto the arid dirt that moistens the earth fair.
My eyes downed of sorrow as I stare deep with in a retrospection puddle, created by my tears
And Goosebumps covet my fine skin and consume my flesh, as I look into my life's last years
My reflection is nothing, but a soft whisper with in the jingles of humans' pounding hearts
And with each fragment forgotten of myself from the lively, my flesh is slowly being torn apart.
My fingers peel off, with bones being taken astray to where my king is feasting on my flesh
And my eyes sluggishly slide from my sockets, as he slurps steadily upon the Nip of my breast
His teeth sink deep in my neck as his sharp claw gouge deep with in my legs and peel at my skin
His fiery breath steams the once beautiful dirt, as it burns the soles of my feet for my vile sins.
The wind now calls my name, and gravity pulls me further unto the pit of my death's final doom
For now I am the slave of my iniquity, the night the blade had reached my flesh all too soon.
The mortal's cry had lasted only so long, and so did the memory of my last days
So promptly people forgot my existence and my soul was quickly pulled into Hell's Parcae.
For I once thought suicide was my only way out of life, so sure of my belief
But hence, I was wrong, for death only gave me a new life, and more torture that I'd have to heave.