Feel Like a Praying Mantis in a Swarm of Locust

I see worms coming off my flesh
When I look at pictures of me
And in the mirror
There is no reflection
There is no refraction
All is black
All is absence

I dream of maggots swallowing my every bit
As I lay down in binding surrender
And looking up
I contemplate abyss-like skies
Falling over mankind
Cocooned as infinite sorrow

I feel like a praying mantis
In a swarm of locust

I should be god
Among insects
I should be poetry
Sung by the damned
While they burn at the stake

I should be praised
In the psalms of the unwritten gospels
My name whispered
In the walls of the akashic room
That none will impinge

And I am just
A praying mantis
In a swarm of locust