Your name shall not be mentioned.
You sick disgrace of my pride,
You sweet irony of my realizations.

Carefully and
Unintentionally do you dare to steal my crown -
Within few blinks of an eye.

But after all is not you,
Now is it?
Your resembling self just came in right on time -
A second too late.

You,
The physical representation of my wrong doings,
must you really push it any further?
We both know the outcome.
We know it all too well;
Of course you would.

For your type I've seen before.
I've experienced before:

Beautiful in sight and euphoria,
lacking softness and pace.
Resulting in utter and irreparable chaos.

You see,
Of your type I've felt before.

And you name cannot be mentioned...