You are the pathetic remnants
of something once beautiful.
Filling yourself with poison,
Killing,
Corrupting,
Slash and burn
Without the regrowth, the betterment,
that you promised yourself.
Charred, scarred, and trashed.
Sing in joy for this transformation
Your eyes are closed, mouth upturned in a smile.
Everything is perfect now,
except for the fact
that you're dying.
