Pariah

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 ****, I won't say your name

But I will say this

**** 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 **** 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.