Untitled as hell

Sick is the mind of men,
As well as mine.
Life is hard when
You live on borrowed time.

Hot winds are hitting my face,
A horror from a book,
Pour ashes into my gaze,
I'm unable to look.

Stupidity dampens my wit,
Monsters and darkness I abide,
I am so full of shit
I wonder how I am still alive.

My thoughts are filled with sadness and death,
Without hope, to the wind I shout,
I smile at you, but know that
One day I will rip Your heart out.

See what I am, no fangs or claws,
Such a monster has no right to be,
Fiery rain, armageddon falls,
My own world is slowly collapsing on me.