I hope to get sick 
And die soon someday 
My death couldn't come soon enough 
I'm tired of the delay 
  
In the agony of meantime, I am submersed 
I know my soul has long been cursed 
Believe what you will, it carries no worth 
I’ll speak my discord regardless, and in verse... 
There are no words to accurately describe 
My nightmare coming alive 
No soul bearing being could possibly contrive 
It is a punishment that I survive 
Broken is my fate 
Even my shadow leaves ruin in its wake 
All I touch I violate 
Into pieces my core apart breaks 
The remains haphazardly surround 
Every clump mixed into the dirt on the ground 
Only distinguishable is my heart as it pounds 
And pounds...forever, as pain has no bounds