pissy buckets of shitty poetry

mmmm tasty lungs very airy

Witness my failure be the failure of others
My ego be false perception
My eyes tools of deception
And when proving myself will come to an end,
Perhaps resting in peace will be an option
Although I must know that among the living
and well,
among the living and well I shall be missed
Miserably so
As the abuse of words I do not desire
keeps on going
In a way, they will have killed me a second time
and a third without realizing

The guilt is all yours to savor
and I sincerely hope you do
Let the taste never abandon the tongue
that once exchanged suspect and clue
Let it run bitter and linger and stick
as the shadow of past you nailed to my back

Now please let me
slice your consciousness
as I had to do
And allow this whole universe
to consume your spongy lungs :)