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 shit I won`y say your name but I will say this-
FUCK 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 shit 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.