The Dead Half - Broken Hope

My soul is split, half of it taken,

Perhaps my blasphemy left me this forsaken,

Put in this manner, filled me with dread

Half of me rots because I am half dead

Putrefying reek drives me insane,

I’m living and deceased, rot seeps into my brain

Horrid reality, oh so grim

Current condition caused by God,

The living side now must be calmed,

I seek a mortician to have the dead half embalmed

I try and walk, the dead half drags

Living eye watched as decaying flesh sags,

Marked by God, tormented living hell,

Begging to die, I can’t endure my smell