The Veneration

I carry a wondrous poison in my veins 
A strain of strength 
Mingled with the sap of weakness 
Set and ready to cause acute dystrophy 
Precious necrosis in the ducts and tissues 
Scalpel true, to lift and sever 
The sickly spirit from the dessicated 
Uninhabited heart 
Trance induced by sensory deprivation 

Mind so cut and numbed 
Hollowed out to carve the hearse ethereal 
And my penance 
My reprieve lies shrouded, hidden 

In my final breath so violent.