Cursed Conscience!

I hate you!
From your teeth, slightly yellowed
by a never ending chain of smoke,
to each freckle marking your skin...
which I've come to learn are really just your rotten innards
creeping slowly out,
tainting your flesh into slow decomposition,
much like you did to all that was good in me.

If I could will my conscience away into absence, like yours,
I would completely mind fuck you;
Not with ploys and games, those are your tools of choice.
I would wield the reality of your actions,
shove the consequences down your throat
until your eyes bulged as you choked on the fury
of the woman you created.

My conscience is my curse and your salvation.

Still....

Would that I could dig your eyeballs out with jagged fingernails
and strangle you with your own optic nerves!