It’s running over me, seeping into every crevices and crack
Absorbing into my core and whatever it is, won’t let me look back
A new putrid scent has filled my lungs and demands I attack
I’m becoming stoic in a sense because everything’s gone black

When did the hate for the place; become aimed at my skin?
The torture I felt was outside is now booming from within
Like a ravenous beast on a rampage, with nothing to defend
Pondering daily the paths I can pursue to bring this to an end

The energy it’s consuming has left me so lifelessly drained
Fighting this is pointless, when living day to day is a strain
The essence of me is contaminated, though trying to maintain
And I’m finding out every second the new depths of pain

When will it stop becoming “This” and fully swallow me?
The open empty existence carefully consuming, torturing
I’ve been ripped away from something, anything I used to be
As though this hate is laughing at me, it finds this entertaining


haven't written in a while an though it maybe scary or whatnot it was what came out