Remembrance/ Insignificance

Goodwill shall fester in your guts, sweltering,

for to you goodwill

  is but the swallowed coals of wishes.

Demand!

It only infests,

and they would detest your voice anyway.

I will stand at your pristine corpse a full day, 

then not honor your kindness

 a minute more,

and your name will be as empty as what you give,

and your life weightless, after;

that is why I seek, always,

and wish to die heavy.

My rearmost thoughts will overflow

 with my memory—

myself, myself, myself,

and other things some: delicacies and stings,

my own mining, my own making,

then not a soul or thing more shall know or recall

I ever lived. 

Eating through time, which you fear eats through you,

I will be prouder than a devil 

to be forgotten. 

Lucifer by Franz Von Stuck