The dead weep

The undying sorrow
of my black heart
pours from my bleeding mouth

Yellow tears
from putrefied eyes
reveal the depths of agony
in my dead soul

Ivy grows and strangles
the last of hope
from my decaying brain

Life after death
reincarnation
All horrifying thoughts
I don't ever want to do this again

Lily
(with or without help...I don't know)

In The Dark Night of my Soul

I do not believe in anything.
But that's all good.
For I don't think anything believes in me.