wurgargble

i carry the devil in my head, in my heart and in my chest,
i hold the devil in my hands and he wants me fucking dead.
hangs storm clouds overhead, blights every ill-attempt,
if god has favoured our undertakings, he wants me fucking dead.

built walls tall around me to keep everyone out
and waited patiently for the doldrums to totally destroy me.
damned to never find any shelter from the rains,
so tired of being the sisyphus for the modernist age.

oh, what an fucking plague you are.