Alghazanth

Sensations of anguish swallow me whole
Anxiety drills its way to the marrow
The quill I dip in the red ink impure
To compose poetry by which they are allured
Mounted upon a three-legged horse
My zest for life trudges forth
An invitation to the phantoms unseen
The kama-rupic rinds in betwixt and between
Like souls of sinners in purgatory fires
Striving to escape the jaws of demise
The remnants of unbridled human desires
Severed from matter by the kiss of the Scythe
Concealed in the multitude of leeches
Yearning to feed on my vitality
I can sense the intensity of their hunger