Into the Scourge Pit

Having succumbed to youthful infirmities, carry the weight of shackles leadened. Swallow the blacked pulp of your disease, corrosive secrets that char and deaden. There is an overwhelming fear, a rat lying hidden in the bowels, gnawing and gnawing in silence. Can't even sculpt one tear. Wasted engaged with youthful conformities, bending knees to encrusted legend. Trudging into age'd pit of deformities, revealing the empty rooms and dead ends. I cant even bring myself to say your name. It takes me to a time where I’ll remain.