I rot with disgust,
Faced with my catharsis.
Breached with temerity,
And treated with asperity.
My nails drop black,
I’m not so lucid in my mind.
I care not to expostulate,
Drowned in my asphyxia.
Vermivorous enmities
Leave you with a tincture
Of a seething, endless future.
I rot with disgust,
Faced with my catharsis.
Your lack of loyalty,
Forms my very own custances.
Cocooned in dark-bricked walls,
Forced to inhale the world’s
Living scars,
I rot with disgust.
Breathing through my pores,
Weeping repulsion,
I caress your mutation.
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