May your oblong smile slit your own face as half of it drops backward in a deserved defeat. May your sleepless nights be the trenches you are sliced in. Slow and easy. May you always rot and never die. May you remain the lust of a dead body and crawl of a mindless worm. May your words strangle you inside your throat and your sighs knock you breathless. May your eyeballs drop before your careless step and may your filthy crooked fingers reach out only to masturbate your demons.

Suddenly self-loathing.