Vile is a word, i feel often

Its haunting, how i hate

My blood tastes, of rotten eggs

This head, is no friend

Just a damaged mistake

I pace inside, my skull

As the tar, flows in

I sink, into over thinking

Spreading, like a plague

I barely know my own name

As i play, lord of the flies

Buzzing, always in my ear

I feed, on fear and flesh

The smell of death

And taste of rust

I dance in a cumulonimbus

Of a jaded madness

Trying to clasp, a reality

That's not tragic

My happiness, is flaccid

Cracking, under pressure

I've never smiled, at my eyes

I try, but I'm, dead inside

Im a robotic brain

In a human existence

Tripping over, words

Like happiness and love

To uncover a king

Is to rip the flies away

But alas, how they multiply

And pray upon, his mind

Or all who try, to fix it

They all whisper, to loud

To stop his sociopathic mouth

Oh how, he wishes to be free

Yet craves, the insanity

When will, he finally leave

These insects feet

Keep my face unclean

I wish, to breathe

How do i keep them away

Keep from drowning

Keep from pounding myself

Into the ground

Lord, what do i do

To keep from landing

In shadow town