Kill Me...

A triangular void
Enclosing my pain
Inflaming the skies
Down pours the rain

An incomplete hope
Still glitters dark
A virtue of helplessness
Ever ready to attack

Shuddering pieces of memory
About to explode
In the stomach of a volcano -
Their final abode

Erect as I stand
On this futile land
Head down and outstretched hands

Would something more
Severe than the death whore
Suffice me and then kill
More brutally than death's own will?