It lives on

Dear nonexistent reader,

I will remain here

Waiting for the sparkle of your existence to shine

So I can snuff it out.

I have given you warning upon warning

Time upon time

And I have grown agitated at your continued dismissal.

This letter is nothing more than a personal cleanse

One you will never read.

I shall deliver my final words to you personally

In the manner of engraving them upon my knuckles and craving them into your skull.

Let them fragment into your brain and let me read your reply through the points of my teeth.

I doubt I will get a intelligent response

If you had any assemblance of a head this would not have to happen

So I feel no sorrow for its loss.

I feel excitement.

For

What

Remains.

Your so called “friends”.

I shall gut your apologizes into their skin

And I relish as they dissolve into the nothingness that they always were

Only your screams will remain

Perhaps they will once more follow you  and my lips will vibrate with your frequency once again

Perhaps they will mimic another’s

I have been doing this an eternity so they will have a wide array of panicked wavelengths to select from

But

This begins with you

Tonight..

I,

Will live forever

Scraping like minded children from my teeth.

But

Ignorant, Native, Stupid

Past.

You

Will not.