And Hell Followed With

My sense, how their impairment embitters me.
With each rise and fall of my chest do I breathe such
failure. Painting this caricature of decomposition,
I have stained the sheets of so fair a berth.
I've wept for aeons in the maelstrom of vile addiction.
The hounds, their symphony accompanies no more; the
ties of depravity, my heart now ensnared.
How I have hung my head in regards to such shame,
morals conflicting my disposition.
The discoloring of my will,
afflicting the neurotransmitters now prevalent in my
despair. With Id-like intent am I enclosed within such
parameters. Though mortified,
I am not bewildered. Colossal defeat,
I shall ascend your cliffs again.
I have not yet rested in my grave.
This will not be my undoing.
Thine ashes emcompass me, countess of all repulsions.
In ruin have I fashioned such wounds to forever reconcile
these memories. I will kneel no more.
Oh darkest of venoms, I draw thee out.