Languished swollen scavenger. Unforgiving? I am the one captivated within this empty skin. Flesh. Mush. Disgust. Hail Mary! Hail Mary! Who misplaced the Christ Child? Suffering. He's dead. Sometimes, the sloth comes out to meet the whore around the corner. Coroner. Where mischief, lies, cunts and cocks take precedence in foul (fool) eyes. How do you sleep? Eat? Without knowing? I hate loving you. CHOKE!! While I stand Laughing. Crying. Loving your fuckin' pathetic self. You need not relish upon your pathetic attempts. Look what you didn't (yes, didn't) take from me. I'm still the one above, looking down at you. I hate you. Love you. Fuck you. And threw you out with last weeks wrenching trash.