You're nothing,not even a good foot stool a mess of a mess, an absolute filth bucket with no value, this ends now, I'm done seeing you exist, watching you breath, you are lucky to be finished up by me, taking your last breath,as my seat. Me being your last memory, the very last thing you ever see, you're a disappointment and that's that. The fact that you're going out like this is a gift, me letting you jack off one more time as you slowly go out, til there's no spark left of you.