The vile and I

All that is flair and perfect,

Lays in my neighbours bed,

Their gleeful smiles are scorching my eyes,

Perhaps this wrench in my heart is twisting my judgment,

OMG, such venomous thoughts, mine?

The art of manipulation am mastering,

So I can carve for me another’s’ master piece

The price for my pains,

Because my heart wants,

My heart envies,

Could it be that Judas walks amongst us today?

That he’s wet my cheek with his single kiss,

And converted me to a vengeful soul,

That I now carry a pitch fork,

And coal in my heart,

My O’ My

Am a bitter soul,

Plotting evil on my enemies,

My other cheek I will not give,

As am on a revenge operation

Here I sit comfortable on this pedestal,

I beg to differ that this goes further than self confidence,

Everyone looks so small from this vantage point,

Mmmmh, like bugs,

So pardon me for crushing you with my feet,

I just need a little more room for my pride,

It swells some more everyday,

I fend for self, who doesn’t?

See petite is the size of my heart,

Has only room for one

These I own,

Private thoughts, weighing me down,

Drudgery, I tell you,

Don’t judge me,

For I am that part of you,

That hidden part,

Where all that is vile rests

That deep deep part where chromosomes rest,

Our human DNA’s abode

The animalistic origin


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