Leaking

There's a puncture in
My heart, a hole
My soul leaks through,
Into the hell outside to be
Smouldered by perdition flames that
Burn and scorch and burn some more;
My soul—
Vaporised,
Floating
Drifting
Fading away;
A
Mist that bears no sign of
Life— it seeks to detach itself from me.

There's something in
The world I love
To hate.
There's a vortex, a hole, and
I leak through it,
Squirming past millions into
A place fresh and
Full of death.