Perish.
Perish.
Corrode into the sand,
Let enervation stain your sweet skin,
And keep no more.
For you are as perpetually unperceived as you are self-corrupted,
You, who seek to endure on the damnation of malevolent-cored pride.
Perish, and leer no more.
“Mercy,” you ask.
But for what? From what? At who’s administration?
Scowl. Surely not yours!
The sole directive of importance, whether followed through years or in seconds:
To Perish.
“For what?” you ask.
For nothing.
In veneration of nothing’s absolute nullity.
For uncaring vengeance.
For me.
Perish.
(2014)
