Monolithic Diatribe

Overcome by a monolithic diatribe

Languid in my hateful spite

I embrace the death envisioned in my mind's eye

Tearing off my skin, seeking enemies

Born of cursed flesh,

A putrid amalgamation of excess

In the semblance of a human form;

A maladroit misanthrope clutches at its chest

In its blackened heart, it desires touch of death

The misanthrope's a ghost that should have died months ago

Body skulks on borrowed time, missing peace and hope sublime

I'm just the shadow of a mime because in silent and invisible

Suffering in public, no, my sins are not amendable

Find it incredible that I've lived this long

Seeing so many worthless ambitions dashed and gone

I'm just a wise fool who hasn't any patience for himself

Thinking about a glorious end for my impetuous pride

Jumpin' from a bridge, find my corpse by the Riverside

Or hangin' high in my closet, hemp necklace a sign of my noblesse oblige

I beat myself for being afraid

I beat myself for being sad about my fear

I beat myself for beating myself