Pronounced Fertilized Eruption

Something wicked, lurks in the shadows, something twisted, is shaping its hate, something blackened, is what's become of its heart, something evil, is on its tongue, something dark, is taking over me, something final, is about to start.

This Perfect Machine Is Killing Me

Blades of glass, piercing skin, tearing open, the blood within, escaping, flowing, draining from its source, which pumps repeatedly, without remorse, this perfect machine,  this body of mine, killing me slowly, its only a matter of time.