Planted Oblivion
Trapped unintentionally
In an umpteenth circle of hell
Once strong, I now lay frail
Rusted shards mince deep in my shell
In oblivion my pain, untraced
Sarcastic in its occurring
With itself it comes laced
Exaggerating my suffering
It bears no centre
Exercises callous anarchy
Perplexed at my illness
It raises primitive hierarchy
Feeding me distaste
Of all finesse existing
Purposelessly I gaze
Agitated even in brooding
All prayers fail to heal
Evil pervades my reckoning
I wish my heart was ripped
And death forwarded my beckoning