The Joy of All Who Sorrow

Edge out to punish myself
 (Into the next movement)
 A witness to my own self infliction
 Despair, a numbing line
 I beg to die in vain
 To all from a starless heaven
 and a shameful earth
 Afflicted and hollow
 I suffer wrong decisions
 My unhurried breath yearns for the end
 A dark permanence
 The literal worship of death and
 Nothing ness of being
 My body; a temple of wounded
 My voice tells the story of war
 My eye; looks to the forbidden
 My blood creeps; stealing the pain I adore
 To weave misery
 To Sleep this night and never reprise
 Long since gone, the time I was able to feel
 I have the strength to make my
 death-prayer be real
 My blood... creeps down my arms
 My pain and madness
 surround me in waveform
 I have come to know
 THE JOY OF ALL WHO SORROW
 I have become a temple of death and
 Death breathes in me
 Bones, heavy as tone, drop into place
 Destiny written for those who cannot see
 Fate sealed for those who can
 ...and miles of glorious carrion lie ahead