Gloomy Shadows

I deserved more than this shattered glimpse of hope,
that beheld the world's failure.
I hastened to accept that sucess,
was just an embezzled reason,
aching and ambling.
Lost dissonance, once drunk on the wine of unrequited love,
until I burst my contradictions
uncomfortably and sorely miserable,
I can no longer swagger like I once could,
in my vile,
savage youth.
Accomplishments worn out
like some repulsive, ravaged whore.
The distress that accommodates self pity,
the truth be told hurts more now, than ever before.
But you realized and recognized the same sermon all along.
I'm empty and black in my nerves,
my tongue swollen and red with charred speechless
animosity
That bred shrouded ineptitude and
laying in ambush,
like cancer feasting and devouring my
decomposing,
wasteful,
hideous corpse.
I'm punished by sleep
that rejoices in soltude and
screams in
agony at the dark
loneliness...
and shadows that lustfully
awake
hungry