Born into a state of decay
The spirit, like soil, erodes
Devoid of sustenance
All life withers
Infected from the beginning
Bred of negativity
Engrave my hate in bitter skin
Drift into a comfortable abyss
Embittered from years of this
Time and time again
My spirit has been soiled
Maintained by perpetual hate
Incapable of growth
All seeds feed the disease
I’ll always be alone
Like I’ve been since I was born
A battered, weakened stray
Embraced by my dejection
Yield to grasp of self-worthlessness
Yield to grasp of self-worthlessness