The Cries Of The Damned.

A maelstrom rages on in the darkest recesses of my mind,
A gale of terror where demons congregate and engage,
The silhouettes writhe like serpents, suffocating me whole,
As mortal dread takes its toll in weatherly tears!

A coffin lid may descend slow like the ulcer in my belly,
Crushing my precious parts and fear begins to grow,
The phantoms of my nightmares ghostly and  heavy,
Torment my mind with blood-curdling screams and mournful roars!

The weight of existence heavy as a dead man,
Presses down upon me and my merciless fate,
My soul, devoid of light, or hope, or peace,
Beckons me to surrender to eternal shutter!

In this, my dearest hour, I beg for merciful end,
A final deliverance from this wretched, mortal trend,
A cessation of pain in my weary screams of loss,
And in my bed, an eternal dreamless sleep, it seems, forever!