My life.

The usual incentive.
I never signed up for it.
Integrate the offensive,
I never had a use for it.

Not lacking inspiration,
But wanting luminosity.
A whole one-person nation,
An unfinished atrocity.

The Valentine’s a banshee,
Bitter and unbelievable.
Reveal the inner beauty,
Don’t care how inconceivable.

You never know sedition
Like the man who hates himself.
I’m a loser on a mission
And I always fight against myself.

Maybe I’m a tragedy,
A lost and fallen hero.
Encompassed by impurity,
A great generic zero.

Forgivable dishonesty.
You’re using me, you take a chance.
Controllable calamity,
I know the steps, but not the dance.

Check your weather gauges.
Know it affects me not.
I live within these pages,
Toss us in the bin to rot.

I’ve bled out my humanity,
You can not trust a void.
Ignore lingering vanity,
My traits you should avoid.

Intelligent creation.
No sign of indignity.
Need no deliberation,
Eliminate toxicity.

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Comments (4)
  • Morgana on Jan 12, 2009

    It has a ring of despair, disillusion , well written, nonetheless.

  • Darren Goad on Jan 14, 2009

    **** well written

  • Will Gray on Jan 14, 2009

    Very well done. I sense a lot of hidden feelings behind these words!

  • S A JOHNSON on May 12, 2009

    wonderfully written

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