Too Proud To Sympathize.

Attempting to solace the sorrow you
filled my psyche with from the words
you borrowed and learned with indifference
to impress my effortlessly pleased self.
You have corrupted my vital organs,
sickening them with your selfishness that gaps
me open from the inside-out, crawling like
blood-thirsty spiders on to my skin, infectious
with their fangs and  stubborn legs,
manipulating my red and white blood cells
that cannot beckon for a war nor transfer
oxygen to my brain. My circulation is
cutting off, my debilitated lungs collapse and
I suffocate from the blood  and vomit that
cascades  from my rancid mouth and I begin
to drown as you remain in complete insouciance,
not having  one conscious disrupting your
 malevolent pride.