...

The depth of your insecurity,
The scope of your wit.
I am seething with rage
Suddenly all seems vague.
Yet my purpose is clear,
Murderous intent.
Scarlet scent of blood spent.
You're everything and nothing
Tumultuous and unforgiving,
Merciless and petty.
Self loathing to a fault.
Your spirit is as dead as I feel
And what is left is a hollow shell
Filled with greed.
Fuck Yourself.