Your lips spit black acid projectile, every diction laced in hate fermented bile. Because you’re so damn wicked you give demons the fear, reduce Lucifer to tears.
You smoke asbestos from acid laced strips, inhale pain through cancer chard lips.
Your swollen varicose limbs are septic pin cushions for doses of HIV negativity, as your fellow fiends down shots of blood syphilis fatality.
You snort white lust from devil reflected mirrors, looking back at your emaciated face makes your whole soul quiver.
You see the bloodshot delusion in your own acrimonious eyes, the intoxicated demon of your own feckless demise.
You’re so impure, as you sweat toxins from your puss infected pores, insects nestling into your fermented sores.
To alleviate the self suffering, you take another hit from the atomic bong, as radiation incinerates every conscious thought, and then your mind distorts into apocalyptic scene, a child burning scream.
Your calloused heart is a toxic cesspit of thick scum and grease, as industrial waste spews from your fetid fulminating mouthpiece.
At the end of the day you soak your festering wounds in your salt laced tears, your squalid bath tub of needle infested fears.