Damaged Mural Poem by Pugsly Krieg

Broken is my soul
which cannot be mended y love
terrifying the emotions can be
when another soul bares interest
in your torment watching as you burn
through memories of every failure
that has succumbed you
bleeding you dry whilst picking apart
your reflective skin like paint chips
on a damaged mural called death
suffering of another kind no
end to take comfort in only harsh words
and bitterness with realization i too
parish alone in the end finally set free
from years of anguish and sorrow i curse your
name with my dying breath odin accept my soul
shot rings out and my heart is torn
finally set free from the prison cell called life