Terminal Deity

Something is slowing me down It makes its way through my arms Through these fatigued worn fingers In fury-fevered lashings of claw I somehow manage to gain the strength it takes To emit its evils onto the page Blood-soaked desperate one-sided attempts Into the chill of all words Let the sloth be told of horrid torment To watch him plagued in thought for all of our years In every time, a star of hope is shining its regards As a sparkle of vain mockery In these pained attempts of self-alleviation To convert from the monster