My Scorn

Rotting in this world of nothingness
Humans chasing hopeless dreams
My shell rots, it resents
It hates what the world has become
In my darkest hour my life runs
From the hateful passages
Of my human canvas
I shall not forget this time
I shall nor forget my hatred

My scorn
My never ending disgust for this
This that you call life
With a final breath you shall not forget
What once was, what I strive for
What bitter hell I will create
What comfort and what freedom
Death shall bring

In my darkest hour
I know life & joy
As I know it will end
I am now complete