I've sat in waiting, puzzled with a dour, exasperated sigh.

I'm friction beneah tears grinding

I'm the cause for which you cry.

As the dirty fog constellates fragile minds,

I reminisce those golden days before life tasted of bitter wine.

They only glimmer bolder shades

when I call them to the torch.

Here I am, beside your glow-

the last moment is due to approach.

Long has the nightmare fleeted from its smoky embrace,

slowly constricting breath at its own swelling pace.

I'm soon evacuating;

I've failed my avaricious goal.

Corrupting each molecule,

each idosyntehtic portion of self,

until nothing is left except an unpaved role.

We could've helped eachother you know!

I'd spectate your soul disintegrating from stands above your cells.

Your job would've been easily fulfilled

All you had to do was submit to painful hell.

I suppose we cannot have everything

without a few slashes across

precious schemes.

Tell those doctors I bid them greetings,

and I shall see them as they withdraw me from your

body bleeding.

I suggest you take your final glances, since you're the fiend

who exiled me outside your hide.

Where else will I reside?

Whose body shall I disease next?

Well, that's none of your concern,

It's your turn to feel perplexed...