Gospel

And speak again does my growling stomach brain,

The Grendal in my bowels who screams and curses

My heart with burning bile.

Inside as out, the rain is burning also

Leaves and flowers both shy away from

this torrential scalding;

They wish not for water, for to sustain is to suffer.

My claw is empty but i see the putrid black

Slithering down my arm, pooling at the elbow

Where once again that face appears;

Leering with white features upon his black world.

He smiles as his coldness penetrates the dermis

To dampen the spirit and tenderly hug the warmth

From my bones.