Write for me and mean it
I want to regret
Spite narcissus and I
Then watch me fret
It is funny how loathing
I can really get
A stain on the soul
And soil we wet
What falls beneath
Scarlet and yet
Unreal, phantasmic
Is realities set
You see a broken monster
In pain, bested
Here I am
Refraining to jest
A laugh I might have
Before I rest
Epiphany draws me
To my best
So thank you for being
One of the rest
