There was no love there.
Every minute is the same.
Every past is the future.
Can't you hear the steady sound,
of tear drops on the pillow?
You're unaware of the pain,
if you were unaware of pleasure.
Lies crawling to the surface.
I can't believe I believed before.
The pack a day I smoke,
is to slow down my heartbeat,
because I can't take it anymore.

I hope maggots crawl at your scalp
& worms pour from your bowls.
I hope everything that is horrible
Do what they do.
& I hope you that hear this here
Or at least understand my subliminal
'I hate you.'