Descending Upon The Deceased

The dirt up to my eyes
Lungs about to collapse
Skin begins to break
Embedded in the earth
Time could never heal
The wounds inflicted deep
Years of abuse
Quietly self-induced
Life portrays a silence
A calm wind of sorts
Pale faces pass
In this quiet hell found cold
Years of abuse
Bound my thoughts
The memories of old
One with myself
Frail and damned within
Enthroned in silence
Split down the middle
Beneath your gaping flesh
Broken over me