Beg for pity — no one around.
Beg for memory — no one to mourn.
Your death is poetry.
Like a cancer eats away (rotting)
You corrupted everything (fading)
Now ashen tears wash you away (laughing)
Laid in the bed that you made (dying)
A light inside bleeds and envelopes me.
I’d say that I hate you but that would mean I felt something.
Apathy within me.
Blank faces of disregard will be your sole company.
Disconnected.
Days wasted…