disingeniousmonstrositiesofallthesethingshesdonetohe

all the right wrongs to never be done
all the ears ringing to bleed out the mouth
staples still stinging, the heathen has sung
finds just enough minutes to be here again
theres something it'd wish for
if only it knew
the docile
imbecile
buckshot in his toe
a moment
this moment
before it all goes
wasted on rotten
and all there is in
these seconds that beating
his heart half to death
wakes something forgotten
just like it'd said
live long
or prosper
or be you again.