Decimation

Crumbled kingdom
Dead piece of life
With nothing left to burn or kill inside

Dark trembling monsters
Surrounding me
Elusive shadows flowing through the air

I swallow all
As my lungs burn
Crawling, bleeding searching for a pulse

So far from the eyes of God
Mud stained martyred body
So far from careless happiness

Pulling out the tool
Of frantic devastation
In a ditch dying lonely like a whore