The sore on the edge of your mouth
it mirrors 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 awaylost 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.

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