Hollow Man

Vile debauchery

incessant need

fill the void with vices

lies

ignorance

while proclaiming

how virtuous you are.

Am not sure

what gilded mirror you stare into

what witch enunciates your plays

broadcasting your naivete

soothing swollen ideals.

That is not what

nor whom

I see.

Not a child who knows naught.

Not an adult who knows better.

Narcissist

using death

destruction

as a platform from which to induce

rage

anguish

pain.

Swaddled in yes men

pampered by yes women

afraid that the world shall see

watch you reap

the very damage you inflict

on passers who dare to contradict

dare to stand up

for right

for life

for reality.

Delicate sensibilities

temper tantrums from a man child overgrown

need a blankie and soother

to set things to your truth once more.

Unsure I am

how the lies

constant sycophants bottle feed

provide such sustenance

as you require.

Day will come

truth will out

your dreams of greatness will fade away

tumbled down castles

rocky cascade

burying you and your uselessness.

©August 9/19

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