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