Leave Me to Die

Kick me, you sluggish cunt,
the pain of you has long since turned to ash.
Kill me if you want, take all you can,
but leave me here, alone, to die.

The life I once believed was mine,
that striving for some twisted perfection,
has now become an eternal sleep—
a constant numbness, a haze of regret.
A non-awareness that hurts those I touch,
destroying the faith they once had in me,
a faith I choose to ignore.

Little bitches in short torn skirts,
give me one last kiss,
a hollow embrace that means nothing.
Blow me if you can, take what you want,
but give me what I crave—
a death soaked in the echoes of past tenses,
a future torn away, scattered to the winds.

Kick me, you sluggish bastard,
the pain of her is dead to me,
a wound that no longer bleeds.
Help her if you want, take care if you can,
but let me slip into the darkness alone,
leave me to die where the shadows call.

For I am lost, lusting for what once was,
a ghost of myself, drifting through the dust.
The winds howl, and I answer their call,
an end to this suffering, an end to it all.