There must be a time
When the subconscious mind
Can escape, and it all, melts-away,
One day, we might see,
What has happened, to me,
When the ones,
Who, might love me,
Won't stay.
Excuse my inflection,
And bulging erection,
Self-pity's become all the rage,
As I write-down my faults,
And, examine the vaults,
Of my own self-will, run-wild.
[As the darkness
Leaned-forward
And smiled...]
You suspect,
That you've all
Been beguiled.
Which is why,
Our adversary smiles.
The injustice,
Continues, for miles.
