rust

you bore me
you and the sounds that come out of your mouths
the thoughts that surround your heads
with your nothings
and meaningless everythings
with petty smiles
and empty souls
with hearts cold
so cold 
as if death was killed by your own hands


with your grim grey faces
with your ashed and shattered dreams
with your void voices
your sparkless eyes
your ghosts
you ghosts
you scare me
what is to become of life itself
if all there is to life is left 
to wandering corpses?


you scare me


you
you with your halfhearted words your soundless screams your burning emptyness your spineless efforts


your insanity that rages rampant your glutony that smothers all liveliness 


your deviant laughter
your lack of remourse
your fake dry tears


lives devoid
devoured
deprived


you.. 


you bore me


you scare me


you murder me


with each and every one of your breaths 
small moans of blood tear up my body and linger towards the dirt


I depart