Diseased, the inner sanctum dies
Rhapsodized, before your sightless eyes
Demise, [bad word] in disguise
Your words, all but stigmatized

Like a body without soul and a sacrifice of faith
The desire to be flesh, yet forced to abdicate
Pain– myopic empire

Shelter to a venal mind
Subsistence within your own decline
You betrayed me to my face
Though professing to seek the [bad word] Nowhere near a fleshless decay
Your relinquished purity of youth

And in all incessant bitterness
lack [bad word] Intoxicated by my suffering
Thou shalt suffer, too