Philanthropy Denied
Insecurity included,
No receipt necessary, 100% satisfaction guaranteed,
Heaps of ashes, still smoldering,
Smelling of a flawed soul.
Such an intense fascination,
Forged, fickle, foretelling,
Every inch of an aura erect in its brilliance,
Disturbing, boring, infantile, ill-tempered.
I describe a harrowed existence.
Philanthropy denied,
Benevolence negated.
Such desolate gloom and ominous intentions,
Enveloped in the pain of never knowing.
Un-evolved,
Relentless, I am plain,
(in pain)
average, common, ordinary.
My thoughts of rage and surrealism are vain and obscure.
Thoughts of sadness implore.
Non-forgivingly?
Defiled.
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