My doctrine

I see it when the moon hits horizon
I’m fully nullity, I’m wrecked inside my prison
My guilty pleasure is my dying hope 
My ember expects is that I won’t end in the rope
I endure unthinkable perplexity 
Hope my dissolution will end with break of dawn.
My hands and neck, all in erosion 
The simple motion of the living flow 
Descending to unseen promotion 
Reprieve doesn’t last forever,
My tiny grace is decomposing right beside my hearty glow.
The crud of knotty life-devotion
Congealing into Daedalian confess
Existence sinking into huge implosion 
Salvation wouldn’t come to grasping mess.
Dirge for my grant rest, it’s my only solitude
Vestige from my vehemence tenacious of life
I found nihility, obscure in every kind 
Seraphic means contain in knife.
Those kismet poison of affliction, it dreads 
Your anguish doesn’t bother empyreans.
I found sublime while being at the edge of dip
Vociferation, that’s all God brings to me.
Bevy is shouting that I’m a creep
Horrific sets deep into each of my dreams.
I screw myself to Ubermensch 
But can Plato salve ripped wrists? 
The Human Folly was my emerge 
Finitudes get numb when hour persists.
My covenant is what leads me to perdition 
Pericranium is looked by forensic medical expert 
Bean Nighe washes my brains on repetition
My mind is getting directly subvert.
I bestow my clarity in order of my madness
I rip my chest to see a firstborn glim in this brothel
However, my firstborn got slunk in the womb of sadness
I don’t obey the dogma, unfortunately there will be morrow.
My bathroom stall is place for folly 
I’ve found cognition, I’ve gained a tragic glory
I step in beatitude which I redeemed 
Like requiem for my defunct dream 
I gave up to grant absolution schemed 
Entropy is real, mortal coil shuts like seen 
Reverie above the skies, where there’s no lies
As Epicurus bequeathed,
I’ll impart my pain to others
And then I’ll surge into grand mend
I found my truth, the gibbet is the end.