Hoard the blood
Into puddles of dark mud

Cut the flesh
Into fine mesh

Gather the tears
To tell of fears

Leech the pus
To feed the weed, to lush

Suck the spit
Filling your throat with shit

Flood the cup of piss
Surface of shimmering gliss

Until you are free of sin
Become an empty tomb

Devoid of life, of feeling, of any kin
Not born of any womb

You have become hollow
Feeling neither pain, happiness, joy
Or sorrow.