Erosion and Rebirth

Acid flows through the colossal gaping hole in my chest,

Created by Death’s Scythe.

Hope is eroded and seared off.

Little pinkish red-flakes float out into the air.

I watch as the flakes disappear into the sun.

I scream and curse at the heavens as the old me melts away,

what’s left of him disappearing into the sewer drain.

My heart rate increases, the beats sounding like a desperate cackle.

My heart bubbles from its core, hot as the sun.

I scream in agony until I can’t feel the pain.

The blood around my heart hardens into a concrete cocoon.

It cools and reeks of cooked flesh.

I sew up the hole in my chest and patch it up with dead skin.

Smirking, this burnt visage walks into the distance, feeling like a new man.