Rotten

Nothing about you appeals to me anymore
Your face is hard
Bitter and tainted with lies
Your mood is always somber
You look older than you are
And every inch of you is dying
If not dead already
I'm surprised you've miraculously
Made it this far
And your corpse walks
An empty shell
Searching for a purpose
In this life
Wallowing
In your own filth
Stew in it
Like the old and dirty
Piece of meat that you are
Until you rot
And the stench is so foul
That you disgust yourself
Just as you've disgusted
So many others
Who have come and gone
From your life
In times before
And if you return
To those with the illness
Matched by your own
But enough to ignore
Then I wish you luck
For the insanity that you share
Will eat you both up
In
  the
    end
Until that day
I can safely say
Your story is grand
Garnished with the most
Putrid of tastes
Blanketing you
From anything more
Than all you've ever known
Or will
And it's no ones fault
But your
        very
          own