Supernatural Hanging

Super-fluid
I surge right thru it
Scorched earth and wasted graves
Time, my eternal slave
Thunder rumbles
Angry skies tumble 
Into the tomb
Throne of bone
Brave spirits burning
I'm all alone
I'm yearning
Darkness overpowering 
Supernatural devouring
Emptiness and apathy
Eating it's way inside of me
Like night-crawlers feasting
I'm a weakling tramped inside
This dreary hell
 steel bells are tolling
Eruption and boiling
Of my timid soul
Sagging
Like a wooden puppet
Hanging
From the palms of God.