Where you going to run to
When you find out that God hates you
And everything you’ve learned
Has been turned around in front of you
And written down
Like a manual to fail by
To try to no avail
What use are eyes
To the sighlessness
Of this hapless narcissist
No need for shining eyes of his
Twisted so deep inside himself
He cannot see the sky
What use are ears
When noone speaks to him
Nor tongue that he may speak
He’d scream
And be lost in the din of the endless scrolling dashboard
Forgotten in a heartbeat
As his heartbeat soon forgotten
A life ill gotten
And rotten to high heaven
Until he cries out and rolls over
And soon forgets his dream