When you open your mouth and your vile words spill from your lips,
it's like a poisonous waterfall; killing all the flowers it pours onto.
Instant collision, you aim so well when you fire up those words.
Knowing where to hit; so it never stops bleeding.
Too weak to build up a wall and call it a personality.
So your only defence is to be malicious towards the ones that stumble upon the tottering shell you call a life.
You hide your rotten heart behind pretty pictures and frames.
But you can't cover up the stench it leaves behind.
Past the midnight hour, yet you still lurk around unfamiliar faces, you can't go back home.
Thinking you can escape the monster within you if they all don't know.
Telling every stranger, who would listen, the same old story about a poor man's plight.
Yet you sit unscathed on a throne made of all the people you've wronged, the dreams you crushed and every diminished light.