Self Deprecated
Mine is an aura of filth
A temperament of self disgust
Out of dirt, the empire's built
Speak of it only if you must
And ill be there to hear the quiet
Silence that speaks is the worst
Excuses just too weak to justify it
Enough is always enough, first 1st
Fabricated in excess and torsos burst
From cardiomegaly, among splayed cage
I'm wrists deep in the thoracic autophage
I'm tired of cradling my heart in thorns
My wellbeing is irrelevant, tattered and torn
I'm not sure if anything, certainly do not know
It's irrelevant and more than i can show
The deepest depreciation
I am the vileness i deserve my hate
And probably yours at the insinuation
Never mind the other better state...
So self aware that i have been irate
Nothing gets past this one
The deepest contempt i could contemplate
Nothing new underneath the sun.
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