I shall never talk to you again
To think that I was sane!?
Monologues of wisdom
Eyes watering salvation,
Pain you have been my guest
Long enough that I shall pray
For your quick demise and hope
Never to meet you again
This stupid inheritance I won’t gain
Obsolete is your name,
You build mountains to house ants
Insects don’t need mansions of
Marble, incoherent empires
Of baseless existence.
Once my poetry comes alive
The words shall dance on this page
I shall hope to disfigure your image
Punch these words right into your face!