"Rot"

There is rot inside of me. It hollows out my chest, In longing and unrest I find my home. I try to set it right afire, Befalling but the same, And pray one day this flame Will burn me clean Of the disgusting, the perverse, And every lie, conniving verse But only willpower this curse Could break apart; And so it did, many a time, Reborn again from fire-light A wretched phoenix taking flight And still I fall. I still tread on, becoming numb, On my last breath but still I run, For 'tis my nightmare to succumb To idle rot. I know it still evolves in me, It rises from the ash, Only to go, another flash And it's no more And so I fight, and if aloud Of anything I can cry proud Is that I'd die to break the bound 'Tween me and this. One day I'll watch the dawn and dusk No more a barely living husk, 'Twill be the day this rot of curse Will burn away.