Pariah

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'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 your dusty blood smear through

The air in a polluted crimson arc

Splattering in a useless pattern on the concrete, moribund