Your Face

Oh how lucky am I
To see your face
For 4 days a week
A disheveled disgrace
You want and you gnaw
You take and then hide
In this home you believe
You're a saint but it's a lie
In silence I stay
But in silence I rage
At the decrepit before me
Unaware of his own shame
You come here for pity
Hoping I may abide
But it's hate I return
For I am not on your side
So go on you poor fool
And indulge in your crystal meth
Is it a sin to actively pray
For someone's death?


I don't care who you are. How dare you throw me a suspicious side-look in the house that I live in! You know where the fuck you're at. You know what the fuck you do.

Good riddance and Godspeed, you piece of shit.