Look at the
return of formation
and whispered starlit proposals,
in tune with human kind and its frailties.
i want to become unfathomable and wicked,
as a torturer of all the things that I hate.
pressed together,
with the deeds i've never meant,
i would be heaven sent,
to bring all hell to earth,
with a nod,
like Moses,
locking Egypt in the crypt of God.
But I'm not cruel,
i don't drool over the thought of hurting others.
i don't enjoy the look that heartlessness uncovers.
i'm not a sadist in the real world
with dark thoughts like pitch,
i'm just sifting through humanity
trying to find my nitch.