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 what you don't want to living in the dirt you want to you 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't 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 you dusty blood smear through the air in a polluted crimson arc, splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete. Moribund.