A Wicked Man

Edvard Munch- Melancholy

I am a rude, wicked man
and I will say it
from behind the drapes
of righteousness I don.

For I have envied,
betrayed,
Cut ruthlessly the fragile silks
Of Smiles.

For my resents has engulfed
humans
for the crimes lesser
than mine.

For I have failed to see the
abraded,
wretched shapes of humans, other
than mine.

For I Iive in a vacuum where
rageful mourns
feel departed of their
helpless sounds.

For I am the
only reason
of my shattered crystal of
scattered vices.

For I am the one bloomed
in thorns
that pierce the vanities of
The ordinary mortals.