Destroyer of Worlds

As the complications grow,
And Death becomes your ego;
The shelter that was home for you
Becomes a desolate land.

And the woman you crave
To be;
Is hidden from your eyes,
And you become a whore
Kissing the feet of men;

Sobbing with incoherent
Murmurs, as every mirror breaks.

And you dress yourself
In silks. Pretending it will ease
The emptiness inside of you;

It was designed this way
From the beginning of the world;
This closed construction.

So build your kingdom,
Here upon the shifting sands,
In the desert of your loneliness
And isolation.


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