your glorious indifference

four seasons later

four seasons without seeing your face / and now you walk past / with your head held higher than a skyscraper / and looks down at me with what seems to be disdain /

you are no god / you are no hero /

let the rest of your dignity smash on the pavement /

i can see your hollowness from here / but it is none of my concern anymore /

the thought of speaking to you sickens me /

your face is dull and pale /

and people can smell your rotting flesh from kilometers away /

you are still ugly underneath those miles of skin /

seeing you again feels like sandpaper against my veins /

it makes me want to tear at your throat / and gouge your eyes out /

parade around town in all your false glory / and see if i still care /

i hope you drink all the whiskey and get sick /

i hope the earth swallows you /

i hope your ghosts come back to haunt you /

i hope this horrible sanity eats you up /

i hope it hurts you to read this /