I emanate the worst of minds.
I try not to illuminate that fact.
I dwell in the circumstances.
Over-acheivers stand at my funeral.
Blank expressions.
Rebels grind underneath my casket.
Distraught behavior.
I descend below to converge with their frail souls.
I am my own contradiction, or so they tell me.
Sweet princess,
dismantle your armor.
I wish you all the harm in the world.
I will not redeem myself.
I find it to be a burden.
Short spasms of passion overcome me.
All the world chooses to ignore my existance.
I pity their weary judgement.
