vicious snobbery
malicious craziness
indulgent speculations
and ****** little
stupid little
fantasies
where you think you are
self dubbed
''the best''
of course
but why wouldn't you be?
you ask
the vanity in you
is disgusting
it shows you up
& makes you so far
up your own ****
that you'd surely think the
SUN SHINES OUT OF IT
grow up
get out
realise cockiness in such
proportions is probable
to end badly
and who would be to blame?
*you?

dance me to the moon
run away with the thoughts
that tangle your hair with a
power so great and mighty
that you can't think of anything
else

children of the darkness,
listen in
you pretend that it doesn't
bother you,
but we know that you're just
concealing it,
from the prying eyes which
stare profusely,
through the dying light into
your own.

and you shake with the anticipation
of another
shot of alcohol dripping down your
aching throats,
numbing the pain of freshly broken
hearts.
and instead of screaming helplessly
at skies
of crimson, you watch the tears stream
down your cheeks.

i suppose we're all trapped in the same system
a repetitive version of events that simply swirls
around and around our screaming bodies
urging us to continue to carry out daily lives like nothing happened

we could be superheroes flying but that niggling
voice inside our heads tells us ''no'' and so we
lose faith in what could have been spectacular
we've lost it in lack of confidence and we don't know how to stand

our thoughts instead dribble loosely out of
gaping mouths that scream at other people who managed
to be that superhero that we always wanted to be
and now it's far too late because jealousy seals you inside yourself

*and it means that
there is no room to breathe
and it will suffocate you
and leave you feel ******
all over again