Damned for Eternity

I think I hate them all.
The dark pupiled fools
That drink heavily and
Bleed profusely from their
Wide open orifices
Put me to shame
The pathetic attempts
Of the middle class
To become something
Other than just that
Make me laugh
With bleeding gums
And bloodied knuckles
I smack them all down
With my crippled self esteem
And my sarcastic comebacks
That fade away leaving only
A small paper cut on the surface
Of the man's wretched skin.
I walk through a disheveled alley
Littered with the painfully poor
And unfortunate urchins of the street
They warm their decaying forms
With burning heaps of trash
That smell of septic waste and disease
A small boy smiles as he prods
At large pustuous blisters
On his bone thin legs.
He tears the grayish-green scabs from his arms
And bathes in the blue black blood
That flows so gently, silently, in thin intricate lines
Down his calico skin
Smiling, he coolly places the pieces of dead skin
Into his purple gummed mouth, chewing
Savoring the thick liquid as it rolls across his tongue
The look of disgust is apparent on my face
As I double over and vomit forcefully
Leaning up against a crumbling warehouse building
To keep my balance as the sour liquid pours from my mouth
My eyes close and the world goes black
I open my eyes to a red faced wench
Who lifts up her skirts and straddles my waist
Bending down slowly
She presses her lips to my neck
Running her wet pink tongue
Up my neck to my ear.
I lay there motionless
As chills run through my body
She tears my shirt down the middle
Without effort  and runs her chapped hands
Over my throbbing chest
She rakes her nails down my sides
And my back arches painfully
Suddenly her face changes and her eyes
Glow red.
She grits her teeth and
Plunges her hand into my chest
Squeezing my heart tighter and tighter
I feel my lungs collapse and I squirm about
Something catches her eye
And she releases me.
I throw her off of me
And scramble to my feet
Chest bleeding  heavily
I crawl across the ground
Sputtering and coughing.
Leaving a thick trail of crimson
Across the soft green blades of grass.
I feel my heart stop and I fall to the ground.
Days later I wake up and look around me
My body covered in moss and tiny insects
I pat my chest and find that the wound
Has been healed.
WHY CAN’T I DIE!!??
The only sound for  miles.
Is my own frightened sniveling.
I pull myself to my feet
And rub my eyes
It begins to storm and lightning strikes
Two feet away from me.
I run into the night crying and screaming.
Ripping the hair out of my head
I throw chunks of my scalp
Into the smog filled air
Laughing and skipping
As I smash into the pavement
Face first, shattering my skull in two.
This time there will be no coming back
This time, I WILL DIE!!!
Three days later my eyes open again
And I scream silently beneath  the coroner’s sheets.
As I hear the sound of the bone saw growing closer and closer.