Thy poetry,
The poet.
Desolate,
Trapped within the thousand yard stare.
Soul held in stasis,
Contemplating the self too deeply,
Becoming trapped in the void.
Rampancy.
Madness.
Oblivion follows.
This can be no truer sign,
Foul poet.
Wretched agonizing of purpose,
Lost forever.
Foul Poet.
