You narcissistic fool,
Nameless romantic,
Crushed Achilles' heel.
You broken rose,
Bloody and scared,
An exiled sun hero.
What've you done,
Broken and sullied
Things with prejudice.
A silent heartbreaker,
A loud expresser,
Don't you know you're toxic?
Collapse behind Atlas,
Cry yourself a lonely river,
Crack the image Athena wove.
Thoughtless writer,
Blind model for the mirror,
Hated for your oblivion.
Crumple over my words,
Or laugh cruelly under my pressure,
After all,
We are one.
YOU ARE READING
Little Things in Life
Aléatoire"I hate a Roman named Status Quo!" - Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
