Sleeping Poem #2

Crawling this path of woe
How can I put these thoughts to rest?
I swallow the pills of indignity
Thy venomous kiss is my last request.
Entwined in a rattling, horrifying yarn
Replete with emptiness, loneliness
... And thy love.
Yet, I remain hollow at heart
I am a heresy
Every breath I take is a sin
I am hypnotized under thy depraving sway.
In my death
I pleaded for rain
To wash my last breath
But the skies refused to cry
No soul had wept at my funeral
But mine own filthy corpse
I hereby..
Commit the last goodbye.