Abomination of the Craft

Poison letting,
I’m laughing with the echo of a thousand
suns,
Critique,
I’m sucking out the wound,
One I only can let bruise,
It wasn’t the words,
Wasn’t any sort of news,
Just the same old you,
Just belligerents,
Framed to save sickness in,
Contradicting one’s self in the very next
sentence,
I hold your pinion opinion as penance for
your idiotic ways (I should have
disassociated with),
Just an aftermath of being brilliant with
nothing to back it,
Leaves you to isolate,
Far away from the compassion of others,
Your fucked my brother,
Delved deep in denial,
Already pleaded guilty and then asked for
a trial,
No longer picking up on the error of your
ways,
Today is too late,
For there ever to be a me and you,
I wouldn’t use a word as strong as hate,
But I do despise your interference with
the lives around you,
Shut your mouth,
Certain things are just meant to keep to
one’s self,
Ever body can’t fit into you perfectly
imagined world,
We all have issues,
I’ll never let your poison get to me.

jabo