Self-righteous and scared
And so unprepared.
I’m starting to see your decline.
There’s no one alive
Who cares if you die.
You hate that you know that I’m right.
It’s so arabesque
The lines in duress.
Pull out one strand, let them all fall.
There’s no where to hide.
You know that it’s time
To give up the creature you are.

It’s all just a circle
That’s tightening further
And I can’t continue
The lie.
I need some dementia,
I feel only nausea
Every time I look into
Your eyes.

I’ve split right in two,
Swallowed and chewed.
I’ll help you place knives in my side.
Preposterous debate
On the spines of our rage,
We all know we hate all the same.
Your passion has died.
Why are you alive?
Just wallow in your tawny brine.

It’s simple but farther.
It’s ugly and larger.
All of these ominous signs.
I need some dementia,
I feel only nausea
Every time I look in
The world’s eyes.

I’m in agony, torment.
I’m seething in quotient
Of everything your world has built.
I’m teetering, hinging
Upon this decision
To burn down my loves with the ilk.

It’s how I have faltered.
It’s all of our fathers.
The faithful have built us a shrine.
I need this dementia,
But, I feel only nausea
Every time I look
Into god’s eyes.