you know who you are.

damned by another man.

you know who you are-

who you were.

he who was foolish enough to get close...

again.

a Tower moment.

like all men before:

not special.

a punishment, of sorts,

for the type of man that takes miles from inches.

rapacious.

with a victim's facade.

savoring a bittersweet victory.

less interactive,

more of an exhibition of inner unenlightened entitlement.

of memorized lines that few people notice.

the stereotypes we evolve by.

the natural beauty of finding power in what hurts and scares us the most.

when it always will.

when nature is also human intelligence:

at it's worst,

unbridled like a free market,

let loose upon the world with a willful ignorance.

sold in framed parchments, over the course of years, to hide behind-

immortalize and embody 'fashion over function'

like you have no control,

as if the entirety of the world doesn't know.

definition falls short of it and you just go forward.

you give of yourself what you are asking for-

in good faith.

like you don't want to be exactly where you are.

because maybe you forgot.

but i never stopped feeling how much it hurts.

unsure of what will happen if you ever do the right thing,

with fear in uncertainty, you'll say.

you never admit it's because you were expecting more in return.

the petty rage of your matristic defiance.

angry that you can't have it all.

afraid and desperate for emotional security that you can't give yourself.

that you really aren't happy or content.

or that you already know what you need to do.

because this is as impressed as i ever get.

because the truth can't be dictated.

it can't be experimented with.

i just live by it.

and nobody gets rewarded except future generations.

those who may now live peacefully amongst my hellscape,

they who might have suffered for my love.

you're welcome.