Rot

Dual fate compliments my duality
Time nails me in my mire
A collection of bric-a-brac
I have been searching for so long
Strings of my ignominy or is it me
Which manipulates my libido
Liberty is ashamed of sickness
And sickness of disease
Diseased cos' i am rotten
Or rotten cos' i am diseased?

Narcissist

Woke up to a gloomy morning
With a congested heart
Congested with fear and spark
Instead of shouting out aloud
I sit there and contemplate the gloom
The gloom sets in me and i set in gloom
Pathetic me

Sun shone this morning
I felt full and free
I try to shed all my pretentions
Only to find more of it
I pack my bag and flee to be me
Pathetic me

Drenched in acid, this morning
I long to cleanse myself
Of the cold within me
Of the shivers i feel
The acid just warms my outside
Inside i am cold still
Pathetic me

You can call me a narcissist
But i dont belive in factions
You can place me anywhere and call me anything
But i dont care anymore
As i am still morbid and me
Pathetic me