A broken man serves no one. Not even himself.
He escapes obligation and reason. A broken man steps on others to wallow in his own filth. Ripe with the stench of self grandiose and sabotage.
He lives his days believing he is mistreated and owed, yet does nothing of purpose to change his life. He loathes responsibility in favor of his demise.
A magician of circumstance, he transforms the mundane into the diluted and contrived. He lures his victims by selling lies, but he will betray them due to his longing of destruction.
He breathes chaos. He acts outlandishly to convenience himself he is in control. He controls nothing not even his broken mind.
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Comments1
a snake in the grass...the poem was so true. loved it.
Thanks!
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