Betterment of Mankind

Diagnosed and tired.

The torment lends its grace.

The elderly and the crippled.

Understand this embrace.

I’ve done what I could,

but it’s not enough.

The houses derive

and I’ve too much stuff.

There’s no turning back.

I can’t return to that place.

Fuck your optimism!

I’ll return with no haste.

For I am me

The truest of statements.

and I am ugly.

The fact of the matter exists within my smile.

Destroy the world, destroy every continent.

The true nature of me exists as long as I lead by a mile.

 

Leave it smoldering, I won’t have resent.