I Play the Victim Well

My honour erodes
With remnants of the failures that I won’t forget
Degenerate heart
I am the final nail that I drive myself
One day I will
I’ll burn it all
And bathe in the ashes of guilt
Drown
The consumed and the derelict are perfect hosts
A parasite’s lust
I’ll wallow with the ingrates and their wasted chance
And so I wallow in the wasteland of
The wishes of the lost
The whimper of the whipped beast is
A calling to us
And I will not kneel
I won’t succumb
For I’ve traded my faith
A sightless gaze
That only derides
You bury me
One day I will
I’ll burn it all
And bathe in the ashes of guilt
And so I wallow in the wasteland of
The wishes of the lost
The whimper of the whipped beast is
A calling to us
And I will not kneel
I won’t succumb
For I’ve traded my faith
A sightless gaze
That only derides
You bury me
And so I wallow in the wasteland of
The wishes of the lost
The whimper of the whipped beast is
A calling to us
The only constant is resented pride
Upon a road of bones
And nn the acrid haze I hear them laugh
Malignancy