Disgust The Vile

Existential thoughts swirling through a wicked mind. Who, where, why am I?
Can't grasp my surroundings. What is this place?
A figment of my imagination or the place where my body dwells.
No feelings left behind this skin. Aching for my obsession, try to fight it off but in vain. Why?
Can't get rid of this disease, a shell am I. No compassion or sympathy.
Try to feel but no success, fall deeper inside. Inside where nothing soon exists.
I must disgust the vile, to make myself feel alive.
No reason found for this atrocious life. Bent out of shape, twisted to fit it's own reflection.
Disconnected from this world, a plague am I. A carnivore to be set free.
Thrive in all things that are wicked, foul are my ways. Hide in the shadows of sanity
Flashes of torture awake my pulse, my breath, my being. Ferocious will to end all life. Everywhere I look I see prey. My instincts and senses peak. Try to repress but it's futile.
They will see my endless wrath, vomit from the taste of my sickness.
Return to their origin they shall. Die!
I must disgust the vile, to make myself feel alive.
I'm an obscene anomaly, the bile of all combined.
Degrading thoughts swirling through a determined mind. What will I become?
Understanding my surroundings.
No feelings left behind this skin. Aching for my obsession, they will see my endless wrath.
Die!