This Entity

Plow

Right into the mind

Of the broken hearted

Sing

Of loathing words

The ghost will never cease

Grow

Inside of the mountain

Like feces

You always seem to

Bring

Another fighting carcass

Along with other

Now

I seem to be

An entity

Alone

I breathe freely

Inside the corpse

And now

I leave with this peace

Of certainty.