Reveling in misery. Your eyes torn out, does sight 
remain? Shall I imitate your
shallow disgrace? Your pain is my warmest smile. It's 
just a feeling, this
sensation that I get. Similar to the birth and growth 
of black cobras in my
mouth. Where is the happiness you are to find inside 
yourself? The salt will
not cease to pour into your unlidded eyes. A surgery 
malicious, meticulous,
ripping you apart. Furious excavation. Don't tell me 
you don't need this. As we
stand here, we can smell you rotting inside your 
beautiful tomb. A blank dead
face stares at me. You have focused the whole of your 
existence upon a single
thought. The depravity of our world. That we are all 
plagued. Voluntarily
impaling yourself on a spike of well intended 
nothingness. Your words are
beginning to rust into the guilt that rots inside us 
all, revealing your
pointless speculations as a disguise. The ordure you 
harbor inside your skull
has given nothing. Now this torment is only your 
torment, and it's salt to me.
Finding poison in every flower and you wonder why they 
wilt with your touch,
leaving your world empty until there is nothing left 
for you. My index finger
is pointed directly at your pathetic heart. I'll be the 
one to close your eyes.
I'll close your eyes when you die