My Soulless Flesh

This morbid dungeon reeks of death,
My body swathed in her stale breath.
Impassive eyes puncture mine,
Drain my soul, my life; her wine.

A toothless grin, slick with greed,
Latches on my lips to feed.
Drawing secrets from deep within,
Devouring all my darkest sins.

The slightest whimper; she’s provoked,
Her withered hands grasp my throat.
My soulless flesh becomes a feast,
To a hundred thousand starving beasts.

I’ll never see the light of day,
Shoved into a world decayed.
My breathless being; sinew, bone,
Doomed to roam this Hell alone.