Villain

I master ministering melancholy but not until the weeds are fully sown. The hatred, the antagonism, the slander are justifiable, and so sordid scenarios I own. Should be dressed in black because I am truly the stereotypical villain. Better still, there should be arrest, trial, and imprisonment because the meaning of true love, guilty am I of killing.

The trail of loathing laying in my wake as I walk forward is both figurative and palpable. Realization realizes rotten reality is that the man in the mirror, the poet of this poem is responsible. But should be no surprise really; for what truly is expected that a man would do…

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive