Broken Flames

Broken flames may cover up your body, but I hope
They apperate for a moment. I want to see those legs
Turn twice more, before I spit on the damn things.
The sizzling sound should shatter your eardrums.
How the fuck did you get that coke?

Maybe a katana will splice your body back together,
Need some help? I’ll give you jalapeño mixed with super glue.
I can throw some ice on that greasy skin of yours, might cause
A little eruption. Kind of like my soul repelling you.

You little son of a mother fucking hoe bitch ass wiping slut.
I hope you fucking die when you get to hell and get sent to
The hell of hells, and you never can get out. I hope you are
There for eternity. I hope the transcending light from heaven
Never even gives it’s self as a glimmer of hope. I hope it just

Fucken blinds you and leaves forever. I hope you never felt
Even a pleasant thought again. The day that happens is the day
I’ll take it away from you. I’ll do whatever it takes. I wonder
Why the shear power of my hate hasn’t killed you yet. I think
It should have. You motherfucking bitch. I hope the world laughs

At you for every single moment of your life, until the world dies,
And then you will be surrounded by the memories of laughter,
At you, and surrounded by nothing else but the flames of hell,
And the eternal pains of pins and needles and I hope you never
Even exist any more, I hope you feel horrible for the rest of your life.

I hope your family kills you off. Alienates you. Anilities you.
Lets you go forever, and never even looks back. I hope you are
Constantly reminded of them. I hope you never forget a single
Thing you’ve done, so you will always die again and again as you
Think of your monstrous wrong doings. I Hope the seasons come

And go and burn you and freeze those fingers off of yours,
And you are left to grope around in the scorching sun and chilly
Breezes. I hope nothing ever smiles upon you again, or looks at you with a sense of happiness.