I Am Not A Good Writer Still I Like To Write My Thoughts

Craters in my eyes
And deserts bare
A place that died
And no one cared

My pulse racing
Always there
Despite my pacing
I always end up nowhere

Just rotting guts
And filthy words
Nothing but
Carrion for the birds

It's stupendous
This stunning stupor
So tremendous
Lobatmised and sutured

Claws digging
Slowly churn my flesh
Leave me begging
A black muddy mess

No saving
No hope
Just raving
In the embrace of my rope.