Melancholic Ruins

Crippling soul Shallow breaths Wailing and crying for mercy Mercy from myself For I have been Aching, Hurting, crying.

They say I am poison Death swallows me But who are they? They are my demons Handsome but haunted Sinister but eerily calming Perhaps you could say I serve them Their yearning Their lust For obscurities.

As the days go by I can feel myself drowning Deeper every time For I want to cackle with them In the depths of my melancholic ruins.