Weird Storm

About how feeling of guilt can worm their way into our minds and eat us from the inside out

Wash my mouth out with cyanide

Burn my throat and melt my skin

Hell is a home of mine

Embalm me with formaldehyde 

And f*****g bury me alive

A less than pleasant breeze

Will tear the skin off of me

I've found nothing but a feeling of dread

Skullfucking my damaged head

Now I'm on a pedestal

Proud of all the damage I've done

On top of Babylon, seeing it all

I'm seeing which world is to be mine

Perfection embalmed in formaldehyde 

A weird and wild storm

Makes me wish I wasn't born

Everything I have was stolen

And they say my heart is frozen

Reviews

[Jonathan Bryant Dean]

Well done. But I will have to say I could have done without the expletives.
There are many other ways to emphasis your point.