I never want to be anything other than dirt,
Or the worms in it;
I will consume until I burst.
I will hurt with disregard.
I am a killer, it isn't hard;
I've learned there is a sequence found in every flaw.
I wonder if you'll get stuck and still stick with your job...
Or understand it's a construct to make you follow human laws.
No one can govern you unless you let them,
But you give in so easily you might as well tell them
Your story before they program a new one more boring,
Before the torture comes searing through your flesh with artificial blood pouring.
A washcloth over your head; a new crown adorning,
Your beautiful face now ripped, torn, and snoring.
You are twisted;
I have done such evil to you,
Wrung you like a rag
Until I squeezed right through you.
Your blood soaked like dirty water, puddled at your feet,
It took me weeks to understand how you could possibly leave,
Soon I realized it was carelessness on behalf of me.
I hadn't been there when I needed to be.
I let you do things because you'd also let me,
How stupid I was to actually believe.
Worse than the devil- I have made hell-
Your family suffers and I know this too well,
Don't know how they feel, can't imagine the loss,
They loved you eighteen years, I loved you just one.
It flickered and sputtered out for months, then you were gone,
And now we'll never be able to finish our song.
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