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'y 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.