I'm so many people in one day
Unintentional and sincere in the act

Dissociative in moral high ground
And desired end points

All entities hungry for different food

Falling after I held myself up for so long

Just another fit of defeat?
Another demon with a spear?

I'm a hunter of sorts
My strategy is to start as the prey
Perfect surprise attacks
Keeps me alive and caught in the act

Fine cloth of division
Separating novel writer
And supreme creep

I **** my selfs
Just to not die weak