Grotesque, and, ever so, unsatisfying
But persistent in attempting
Murder, assassination by bantered
Distraction of my soul’s beggared
Steps as I walk down the path of life.
YOU! I want YOU to stop — stop the strife.
How forsaken this blizzard
Of tears and undying pain.
When you make ME listen
To your hypocritical and vain
Attempt at bemused but fallen
Words, you kill ME.
Just let ME be free.