Gangrenous is hate,

Leeching on healthy tissue

‘Til decay consumes.

Once done…tell me what is left,

But a hollow corpse seething.

Such a waste of life.

O’ the good you could have done

Were you not selfish.

Alas free will corrupted

Leaving you ever bitter.

Your path is your own;

Be happy in this karma

Brought about by you.

May you take it to the grave

So the world might benefit.

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~