Self Hate

Alone,
I trudge eternally through the ashen snow scape of self hate.
Sky and earth all bleeding into one black whiteness.
Pale and alone with unwant I press forward,
Yet reach not my destination.
My thoughts and negativity, like acid,
Eating away my insides.
My wants and hope floating away from me
In the torrential down-poor of blackened snow.
I feel cold, yet the hell-snow burns my pale skin,
As tears of agony, hate and pain, fear and remorse
Flow forth from my swollen eyes. Stinging my cheeks.
I can’t stop this empty, lonely, horrible feeling inside.
And this feeling, it turns me inside-out to expose my innards to the cold,
As the vultures circle over my head. Naked I stand in the black snow,
Looking to the sky, feeling the snow burning my face and body,
AS the grey vultures circle lower in the sky.
And let them come, and lust in the feasting of my flesh.
I care not.
For I am already dead…