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