Face down
In a pool of oil
Open, glistening
Foolish dripping maw
It's all personal
As this silence grows, so does envy

Centipede, crawl to the shadows
Hide.
Lose all your legs and learn the process
Squirm
Sink

Only the eyeless glowing grubs remain
Sickly white
Dying still
Choir of weakened gasping
I'll stay here nourishing my demons
They don't let me eat
It is distracting
They want death
So do I

They'll tell you this is how it has to be,
Abandon hope and worship apathy