Why does your flesh look so delightful?
Why does blackness envelope my soul?
Why is my inner urge so frightful?
Why did I crawl out from that hole?

    My will and my way have divided, I don’t understand.
   No matter what I tell myself I kill another man.

        I try to walk but only stumble.
       I try to talk but only mumble.
       I try to stand but only fall.
       I can’t control myself at all.

Who took my will and stole my soul?
Who made me kill out of control?
Who made me feed on mortal meat?
Who made my will now obsolete?

    My will and my way have divided, I don’t understand.
   No matter what I say, I need your flesh again.

        I try to walk but only stumble.
       I try to talk but only mumble.
       I try to stand but only fall.
       I can’t control myself at all.

How did my life turn inside out?
How did I lose my moral stout?
How did I reach the flames of Hell?
How did I come to spread this smell?

    My will and my way have divided, I don’t understand.
   No matter what I eat, I crave another man.

        I try to walk but only stumble.
       I try to talk but only mumble.
       I try to stand but only fall.
       I can’t control myself at all.

What has my body now become?
What takes control while I succumb?
What is this wet meat on my face?
What is this horrible thing I taste?

    My will and my way have divided, I don’t understand.
   My taste for flesh and bone has taken the upper hand.

        I try to walk but only stumble.
       I try to talk but only mumble.
       I try to stand but only fall.
       I can’t control myself at all.

Somebody please tell me why!
I don’t want to do these repulsive things, but my will’s overtaken, now I am forsaken.

Somebody please let me die!
Just give me that bullet, the trigger, please pull it.

    I can’t walk.
   I can’t talk.
   I can’t stand.
   Please let this nightmare end.

© Steven Launstein 2016