I pray in the streets of my church
Selling my soul to the Highest
Just next to the alley where I abandoned my sins
Alongside with the decayed shadows of pleasure
That still hunt this lush-full lips
This contaminated corpse
Soaked with the heaviness
Of an hypothetical choice
Turned into a plague
Hunting both mind and flesh
This stench oozing
Inebriating my senses
Pushing me more and more to the edge
Now cuddled by malnourished winds
Gazed at the old relic that lingered
Far beyond, now unattainable
Descending upon this cadaver
Glared once and within that second
Everything become dismembered
A lifeless body dragging itself
Waiting for Your goodnight kiss 
Feeling  more knackered than my clothes
Disguised as emptiness filling the void that already was there.

How can one fill something with nothing.