The sore on the edge of your mouth it mirror the ones on your arm of black tar you've known the ripping.
And I've seen you
pissing your condition into the dirt.
I know you don't want to live in the dirt you want to know nothing but dirt you know you can't
beat weakness.
Kill the flux. Stretched to breaking an obscene canvas on a stretcher of parasitism.
You piece of s**t I won'y say
your name but I will say this - f**k OFF AND DIE (sooner the better).
You've shot out your eyes but I'm seeing that you cannot feel
anything of worth.
Know that you've pissed life away, lost in your narcotic dreams.
Heart pumping futile s**t through your
veins.
Why does it bother? I want to punch in your sunken face and see your dusty blood smear through the air in a polluted crimson
arc,
splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete.
Moribund.
