So goddamn beautiful.
A blooming hibiscus in the sun.
Let no diction escape your lips.
I’m tired of cleaning my bleeding ears.
Clogged from the blasphemy that is your voice; I am deaf.
You’ve infinitely ruined the sound of beauty.
Now I must listen with my eyes and see with my fingers.
I’ve grown blind from idiocracy.
You’ve injected the heroin of ignorance into my blood.
But I am not addicted to stupidity.
So instead I touch your body.
Searching for the intangible,
diving into the swimming pool of my own suicide.
You’re drooling over the death of my conscience.
Incoherent, I guide the gun that is your mouth to mine and kiss the trigger.