This Is But A Carcass

This body is but a prison. I am but a soul.
Beautiful in every way, more than can be imagined.
This body is but a maniacal parasite. I am but a helpless captive.
Ugly to the core of death, guilty for its perverse pleasures.

This body will die and I will be free. 
This body will devour itself and I will be released.
This body is as useless to me as the cast is to the snake.
I have outgrown it and it has become burdensome.

I search for the release but cannot seem to find it.
Perhaps I search in the wrong places.
I grow weary of trudging further along carrying this heavy load.
So I pray that I might find rest and shed these extra pounds of flesh.

Death where are you? Come find me. I'm here waiting.
I am but a soul, held against my will
and I plea to whatever ear hears me. 
I am a man, destroy me. 

Reviews

[Octob3r Star]

Destroy me. Guilt is felt in this writing. Thanks for sharing. Cheers

[Enigma]

Impressive, intense and unique. Well penned.

[CHRIS ANDES]

searchin' for the unknown
..what a bright idea
but I sometimes think of it whenever I'm alone
=]

[light and ashes]

Beautiful, love this poem.