Oh yes, you run.

On into the darkness,

enveloped in a cocoon

of your own making.

Drown in your deceit.

Drown in your decrepitness.

You silly man.

Layer upon layer you build,

mask after mask is replaced.

Blood seeps along the edges,

you carve too deep.

Dancing with your dagger,

you slipped up didn't you?

Like a jackal in disguise,

teetering on the edge of destruction,

for control was yours.

Isn't that what you said to me once?

Oh you silly man.

Cackle upon cackle,

lights up your epic fall.

Accompanied by an

oh so familiar feeling.

Dread at the recognition.

For you thought you abolished it long ago.

Along with your mother,

along with your brother,

you rid yourself of them,

just like you did this.

For vulnerability rears it's pathetic head,

and the stench alone

has you revolting.

Desperate you claw your escape route.

Power hungry mongrel you become.

Attila the ***.

You say you have no pride?

You say you have no ego?

You say any conflict is not of your doing?

You silly man.

Run amuck with distortion,

impossible it is to recognize yourself.

So riddled with defamation

you have victimized yourself.

And worse,

you have betrayed your own soul.