i am damned

i am damned, condemned by my god to the hell

that is my bed.

condemned, bounded,

by no one else but myself.

does that make me god?

all this power that i possess,

i use to restrain. i watch

the flies around me, begging me for something

i cannot give them, begging me to die,

but i haven't lost

my ability to get up.

for as long as i am capable, i cannot be

dead, but the flies know

i am waste.