YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW THAT I HATE YOU

The blood in your veins is so bitter,
not even your fleas want a taste.

the skin upon your body is so rotten,
your roaches turn to waste.

the lips on your face have decayed
from the lies you have told.

your eyes have turned to dust
from the secrets you behold.

the tips of your hands have split,
from the pathetic things you've touched.

the cells of your brain have died,
because your so F###ED!