I will tear
You apart
By transgressing
On
These taboos.

I will not
Ask permission.

I will not
Offer
A substitute.

I will do as
I want,
Like Raven
Who stole the
Sun.

Might be
Good,
Might be
Bad.

But,
I intend to
Offend your
Sensibilities.

**** your
Peace.

Enjoy my
Dischordant choir.

These critical
Self analyses
Hit different,
Now that
I'm more
Apathetic.

I'm a
Failure,
So *******
What.

So is everybody
Else.

Besides,
The **** do I
Care
About other
People.

I'm a
Hikikomori.

A world
Renunciate.

And,
If in my youth,
I was already
Ostracized,
Why try to fit in
Now?

I was born
Against
And now
I dance
In my
Delirium.

I am
Triumphantly
Pathetic.

Truth
Is often
Mundane,
And normal.

You run marathons
In your head
Fantasizing reasons
For other
People
That don't exist.

Reflections of
Your
Own
Self.

I remember
When I realized
All of it,
Is a delusion.

She was beautiful,
And I wrote
Her
A beautiful story.

One which
Was wrong.

So,
I swore off
Pretty
Possibilities.

I hold this
Tiny flame
Close to my
Heart.

To burn it.

To wound it.

And,
I don't share it.

Unless,
It's too
Dark
To see.