'Distaste and Loathing'

Under the bright moonlight and teetering stars, I lay here waning - feeling only open wounds not yet scars.
Gleaming then glaring into my past I brace for these streams of bitter blood not to last.
Distaste and loathing for a life once mine which was taken by a one, not man - kind.
Oh breath, bring peace to me once more please shed dead skin and pain consume me never more. 'cmse