What makes you think that you deserve all this?
Perverse...Narcissus
Your mouth constantly rewarding you for works that should remain secret
Left to right hand oblivious -
That concept is dead to you
When I'm done purging myself of you,
I'll look at the puddle of regurgitation at my feet & be glad I walked away
Left behind with the sheddings of the old me
New skin, new life
You're discarded
Useless
Blind man, dark room, black cat -
Grandeur...deluded
Inaccurate reflection of myself mirrored in 'your iris
Not anymore
You're undeserving!
I never knew you.
Left behind at the last parting of lips
Fading memory...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem