Megalomania
A soundless mind, where not even echoes reside,
resonating the same sad word repeatedly, goodbye.
But where's the good in abandoning a lifetime's dreams,
only to be replaced with muted internal screams.
Heart beats intercepted, drummed by a one-man army,
the constant pound familiar now, the effect almost calming.
Pray for megalomania, taste the victory on my tongue,
my crawl and climb for power, I fear, has only just begun.
Patiently wait for seraphic bliss to consume the spitted hatred,
a fierce battle will commence, a promise of wasted blood.
This goodbye is not good, it drips acid and malice, odium,
bad-bye, hate-bye, the goodness has been outdone.
Jodie Williams
17 Aug 2011
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