I Am Empty, A Waste Land

Death is my only company,
My vulture.
He prays upon my dying hopes,
Deprived of meaning and hungry
I devour myself.
I eat my abandoned heart, drink my blood from slit wrists and suck sorrow from my sin filled acid pit.
Reingesting the loathing that fulfills my purpose and being.
Hatred is my life.
My sustenance.
My addiction.
Soon Death will finally be fed.
Plucking out me eyes and devouring my soul
My soul forever destined to walk the desserts of hell
With misery as my company