Afraid to turn.
But I did and met no maker at all.
Only instead, reflections of a rippled self.
I may at last see myself as good
In a neutral pond unbiased and real
Depicting only what is true.
A distortion my hand has forced.
I have created the wake.
I may at last see myself as good.
Paint a false scenario.
My life has been a breach of contract and faith.
I kid myself.
Moving through self degradation.
I turn to you for appreciation.
So help me to help myself.
So help me to love myself.
Hardly
Willing Oneself To Forget What Cannot Otherwise Be Forgiven
This Wake I Myself Have Stirred
Chorus Of The Dissimilar
Hardly
To Suffer Fools
Anesthesia
For The World
Reach Beyond The Sun
Profound Hatred Of Man
The Creation Ruin
Think The Adder Benign
Venomspreader
Misanthropy Pure
Eating Bullets Of Acceptance
Solely Concentrating On The Negative Aspects Of Life
Being Exemplary
Scornful Of The Motives And Virtue Of Others
If a Mountain Be My Obstacle
Man Into Demon: And Their Faces Are Twisted With The Pain Of Living