Your New Existence

Born in decadence
Existing in filth
Your deranged mentality
Is still submerged
In the gore
Of your senselessness
The dark slime
Of your idiotic opinions
Flows like blood
And travels like worms
Down the decaying flesh
Of your insignificant brain
Slitting your wrists
Allows the crimson tide
Of meaningless words
To flow
From once-perfect skin
And a bitter kiss
From your lips
Tastes like arsenic
Because those lips
Speak nothing but lies