An artist of bullshit a master of manipulation, a grin given before a distinct yet outstanding revelation…. Calculation, mass sensations taking over thoughts and occasion. Reveling in disaster oh yea, your the master. First class actor, tricked me here to bring you there. Walked on over me without a care. Evil fucking stare how dare, how dare, how dare I let you do this. That’s the real crime, that I didn’t value myself in time. Fucked up little boy playing so grime. Remind me why I let you in my mind?
Weak, no retreat time to face the real foe.
Thats the one staring back at me in this mirror like a confused and hunted deer eyed doe.