YOU POOR BASTARDS

am i a monster ? some would say yes !

we all have comfort zones in which we like to hide
that feeling of safety, seen but unseen
but we are all so fucked
we wont even see the shit comming

i will snuff your lives out as you falsely smile
with my tears of death
i watch you all vulnerable, weak, but never innocent
none of you matter to me
in my world their is only sadness and the dark
i am shrouded in the cloak of misery

in my mind i have loved a 100 people
but in reality loved none
my face is my window to the world
i shape the mask accordingly
to lure you poor bastards into a false sence of security
i hate what i see in your eyes
fear , expectations, dilluted love

if any of you had an original thought
it would crawl up your ass hole
and make you shit yourselves