Oh how cavernous that
hate is how radiant
it makes that black glossy
heart shine exhaling its
nefarious airs as
it pollutes the blinded
susceptible with
deceptive care oh how
wonderfully brilliant
that lustrous bitterness
that crippled ideal of
what it is to love glows
within that shallow well
of sincerity when the
only thing that soul is rich
in is depravity
an evil perverted
covetous fantasy
that it feels anything
know that the lustre of
narcissism is vile
and repulsive you can
try and hide that you’re dead
inside but no matter
how much you polish a
turd it will always be
like you a piece of shit
The Poetic Life Of Me 