Violet's Influence

This blood is boiling
with rage at the women
and men with nice hair and shiny cars.
This isn't life!
Your ideas are twisted and
motivation demented,
Have you no barriers keeping you from your own greed?

With no clue of enlightenment,
these superficial bags of blood and bone
are blind to humbleness and honesty.
How can you sit atop of your perch?
Like a vulture you scavenge, but for for gold,
and you pick apart your victim mercilessly.

This heart grows cold for you,
and this heart hopes you die
alone and scared;
because that is what you are in the end.
And I have no sympathy for you.