Pocession Regression

I hit the wall,
Thrown by fate,
Slide to ground,
Now it's too late.

My lungs collapse,
My mind gives in,
My heart bursts open,
And reveals the darkness within.

It flows through my veins,
Across my skin, In my eyes,
My soul has been stolen,
And given prevention of demise.

My body reeks of elegant evil,
And is darkness picturesque,
A rebuilt purpose I've been handed,
A job for the grotesque.

A channel for shadow,
Away from the sun,
You want a dark future?
It will be done...