We used to
Walk around out
Here,
Long past
Midnight,
High and drunk.

We'd meet other
People,
Creeping about
The city at night.

Drinking down
By the river,
Illuminated in
The orange
Glow
Of a street lamp.

I went
Bump
In the night.

I crawled around
With bloated
Night crawlers.

I basked in
The shadow
Of a pair of ravens
Holding stern
Council,
Over the
Dim of the
Din
On a cold
Restless night.

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.