The Plea Of The Wretched

My heart melts it boils, explodes into oozy boils,

it smells of rabid dogs,

it shrieks likes bats in a hollow cave,

so dark so dark my heart has become,

so ugly has it turned,

don’t I see the hurt,

the anguish of those around me.

I take pleasure in hurt, cause it makes me feel privileged,

I count my blessings when I see the dead.

Lord ! Oh Lord !

What have I become?

A wretched, wretched creature.

A wretched creature am I.

Desires unkept, untamed,

unleashed like a pack of devil wolves

sent to devour

devour all in sight

No mercy I see, I breathe

the stench of the less fortunate

Fortunate I call my self

fortunate only cause

Im not dead like the rest

Lord ! Oh Lord

What Have I become?

Release me; this pestilence

Rid your world of me