he's back again
the ego's parasite
and yet
happily we meet him

he's precise
with his poison
as he prescribes
my numbed mind

"you are never gonna be profound,
you will never find that sound,
your voice will never be heard,
that, you have not earned."

darling that's alright
you lack grief
and i hope
you never find it

no reason to write
when you only think in blue
it's not enough
to paint the truth

capture a word alone
and all it brings
is stale thoughts
and halted desires

strings of letters
try to emulate emotion
only to be rubbed out
forgotten at the nib

and so he wins today
but he never celebrates
back to silence
waiting for the confident man