The Good Die Jung

My archetypal anima

Could dream a billion dreams

Yet none elucidate my psyche’s

Shadow self-esteem

It yearns to be made whole again

Detaching from the soma

Yet can not mend the mandalas

That fracture its persona

From the superego servant

Of unconsciousness collective

To the individuation

Silent tyrant introspective

Still projecting as the pedagogue

The hero and the saint

But the mystic rebel overlord’s

This portrait that I paint

For I’m an evil genius author

Penning nurseries of rhymes

I am the psychopath symbology

Just read between the lines