One and Only

If i could move, it would only be a crawl.
A perverse creation of an angry man.
There’s nothing less in this world, than i think of myself.
All my dignity lost.
Ripped to shreds.
Open wounds never mend.
Built by strength to destroy myself.
Already dead, rotting, as my body quivers for the last time.
The prophecy has come full circle.
The sun will rise, for the last time, as i’m lowered to my final place of bliss.