Death of  Forever

 
You have no soul to steal
behind all that style of yours
lurks more emptiness
than the result of squeezing
a zit on the moon's asshole
 
I spit on your dreams
they are worthless pretense
conjured to this earth
by your own inadequate
and futile desperation
 
Here is a gun
you know what you must do
but you cant even do that
You would shit yourself
before you could shut your eyes
tight enough to pull that trigger

Looking at you
has made me realize
someone just destroyed forever
and left it busted all over your face
like an iddy-bitty kiddy doll
only fit for the trash
 
Good riddance