Un†i†led Pøem 4

I think about you and my heart swells

I am disgusted

My soul yearns for a sententious bastard

Nihilistic fantasies of noir and neon

Begging for my hand, my fist, my mind

His cravings blocked by a facade

I will rise high above him, but as I rise

I look back to him and plead to him

Rise for me, fight with me

My philosophy stems from you

I think about you and my hate swells

I am delighted