Remnants of a sullen hypocrisy

Oblivious to an inevitable prophecy

Sometimes I think I’m the messiah

So indulged in longing and self-pity

 

Revisiting the crime scene like a sleuth

In savage hunger for my false truth

Overlooking the detrimental with magnanimity

Bellicose instigation of a mind uncouth

 

Some gladly pour my essence into their hearts

Some deny all involvement like I’m just spare parts

The rest grow abhorrent in desire of my downfall

My sanity strew victim by poison darts

 

Second by second dying but not yet dead

The past plagues me while whales swim in my bed

All because I’m addicted to a memory

I surrender to a sleepy interim from the water I tread

 

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