I can justify myself

Now,

By the judgement of

Its fluidity.

If it's painful,

Well-

At least it

Tasted

Good.

These will have more staying power;

They will strong arm the pros

Of prior compositions

And

Give my disposition

A microphone

When you never did.

You never did.

So I'm taking my own;

Springing forth like you always said I would;

Dripping from my mouth

Are all the things bitter

That could have been the nectar

You recorded

And bound inside anthologies

Forever;

Gave you something to set your mind to

And your heart.

Now they'll be for someone else;

And I'll perfect the art

Of erasing

Every dream-

Tack to thumb

Bleeding it out;

Pulling it down...

I'll erase you

As quickly

As I placed you up on the pedestal

That you never deserved;

And I'll tell the story like

You

Were the tragic flaw in all of my

Plans.