The idiot fawning child

[Imgormiel]

The idiot fawning child​

You are the foreskin of ambivalence.
You are nothing.
Nothing without my hindrance.
I watch you crawl all over yourself as you beg.
You are but nothing.
Nothing...

Thoughts are all but a piano of misplayed notes.
A melody that betrays the cover of a book.
Ever changing faces.
Rubber stamps cannot make a man.
Never will. Change him.
Never will. Make him.
Never...think the idea.

A Suffering that chokes on itself.
While the snake that ate on its own tail.
You followed it there with that great pedantry.
The battle is lost.
For the Iron-press makes nothing but wind.

Being the crease of the devil’s ilk.
Hiding there, in a shadowed silhouette of silk.
It is nothing but a blunt note.
Stupid child of another man’s work.
Deprived of sense where sense is senseless.
Persisting to follow another human scent for assurance.
Wrapped around yourself.
Yet stupid enough to think that the weather won’t beat you down or change you.

You are nothing but a discarded chasm of hell...