Dirty little hands,
Wipe away the tears,
Burns engulf your flesh,
Your pathetic pleas for help make me feel sick,
Blood runs hot down your smoldering face,
Nails scratch away as I watch your decay,
I never respected you, or anyone else,
I want to watch you drown,
Stupid and alone,
Just like the human race,
Screams escape your dried up throat,
And frustration over takes me,
Your misery is filthy,
And my existence is flawed,
Nothing gives such a thrill,
As those last words you spill,
I’m not sorry, because I know very well,
The only way you can be beautiful is if you rot,
Deep down in the depths of my hell,
Dead in the ground,
Smothered by dirt,
Where you belong,
Away from this earth,
And the cries you vomit,
Become bloodied and bruised,
The thoughts in my head seem to laugh as you die,
I used to have pages of dreams,
But now their long gone,
Emptiness fills me,
But breath for life still struggles to be with you,
Sobs fade away,
And as your body limps,
I see the life crawl out,
This happiness is tainted,
And I am still alone.
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