Cripple you, muthafukka.

Sit down and shut the fuck up. I'm here with the lesson, raw words to tell you how it is, desperate, hysterical shards of fact that cut you down in your fucking tracks.
I'm the messenger so step back and listen, mark this day in your diary-watch me burn this date into your brain because today your life ceases to be a game of haphazard chance and joy mingled with pain, today you know all you're worth is a stale breath in the cold night air.
Today you MUST realise the futility, the destroyed soul of man, the cheap lives we treasure so highly, the crippled creeping death that dissolves our sinue, our fabric, our matter.
Just understand for christ's sake, sown into our flesh is the code for despair-the end of our beginning, the beginning of our end. swallow your death, feel the warm touch of slow decay on your skin-life never feels so real until you know it's gone. Empty satisfaction, gloating over lost happiness.
We all suffer, we all die, we all try to believe there's more and that makes us the fucking cowards that we are- earnestly scrambling away from the inevitable.
Well fuck you, I'm not running anymore. Not playing your fucking game. I smile as the blackness envelops me, happy in my sorrow, clean in the emptiness of forever.