EVIL

I'm evil,
an ugly piece of shit,
meat so putrid my arms can't move a bit.
I'm fucked up,
i'm weak,
open my skin, see what's beneath.
Something black, eating me alive,
flesh rotten, unbearable odor,
like a zombie from some George A. Romero's movie,
spit my face and kick my wounds,
i'm already dead, nobody won.
Nights unsleeping,
voice deceiving,
can't stop hearing,
can't quit breathing.
I'm crazy as fuck,
i'd prefer to be hit by a truck,
to find peace in a place without hope,
'cos i died inside in absence of love.
No matter the hour, no matter the day,
neither the month, neither the year,
it's always decay, an undead dream,
from a dream of the end in apocalypse frames.