May perpetual darkness shine down upon you
May your soul consume itself in a desparate act of hunger
May dogs attack you, and birds flee you
May food sour and rot in your stomach
And May the acid corrode your insides
You have no more blessings
No more skins of the teeth
No more luck
May you be torn apart by the hands of those you’ve wronged
May you not even be allowed hallucinations to alleviate your loneliness
May vicious judgement be forced upon your every move
May liquid plastic clog your throat so that you may no more speak words of sin
May hellfire scorch your limbs so that you may no more write words of sorrow
Nor may you run away from punishment
May this purgatory make living seem brighter than the bliss of death
For you repeatedly attempt to escape life
And in turn you take lives but
Slowly, you roast them unevenly
They burn, and you observe
With the box of matches you weren’t even aware you had clutched tightly in a sweaty grip
Thinking they were fireproof