“Take it All” Said the Capitalist, the Poet, and the Believer

I have become diseased.
A build up of abuse,
Has taken my body and mind,
So far away I fear they’re lost.

All I have left are coals,
They heat this shell at night,
They keep me writing, breathing,
They burn hotter and brighter, rarely.

All of my passion travels the skies.
I can only touch pieces of it,
When it flows past me in rivulets.
I wish I could hold it, all at once.

Did you think I was new to this game?
I am no amateur, I am years ahead.
Childish creatures, fly away,
I will devastate you, surprise surprise.

Be like the night and crumble,
Crumble, with my smile, sunrise.
I hate people, I am misanthrope.
Equality is a fainting prostitute.

A gray shadow wanders,
Down the streets at night,
To rest upon a tree, to ponder,
Why are his eyes black holes?

I allow these pains into my life.
I am the gate, the one, the door.
Let yourself inside, find out who I am.
Just don’t expect to feel the same.

Thief, rogue, destitute, die.
I am hate, hate you so much.
Take my hard earned work, cherish it.
You could never have touched my accomplishments.

Put me on a stand,
I am your whipping post.
I want it that way, my choice.
Mock me like the birds in the trees.

Silence is my wall, my language.
When I feel this coldness, loveless.
Letters can do the talking, communicate,
My feelings, words are pitiful ghosts.

Have what you want, I have my God.
Take what you want, I have my God.
Say what you want, I have my God.
Hate what you want, I have my God.

You only have my paycheck.