Genius I could have Been, am becoming, will one Day be, eternal.
Serene, twisted smile The fiend beckons me, hints of Mercy, dagger sharp
Dead-eyed clown mouths what My chickenshit goodness will Never say aloud
Still waters conceal Slanders, accusations, the Bodies of the dead
Endless sympathies To those who abused me With good intentions
Spurned and burned And turned from the One for whom you yearn