Your mouth Reminds me of a pus spewing wound Building poison pressure bursts to the surface Erupting a hot flood of thick green infection Splattering over everyone you touch Like volcanic bile.
Your words Are an ill smelling fungus A sick compilation Of every hateful thought Infesting your heart Like a sac of wormy toadstools
Your life Is a blame game A who to maim game Projecting fault Verbal assault Destruction the goal Of your cold blackened soul