I can try to be more beautiful
in words and fight to sickness
to beat your uplifted delight
in too easy intelligence.
Talk of death and decay to
prove yourself to anyone
who cares to notice your
faked state of mind for humanity.
Pray to you
who can't believe in
the things, beings, spirits,
who you speak of so fondly.
Fancy views only lead to
your fancy ideas--
leading only from desperate
need to be creative
and you have this pretended color,
in black and white mentality
and only the opposite
in times of hell.
It's your vain illusions
which bring your downfall.