Beneath the cloak
Wearing shades of depsair
Prostate on the roads of numb
Vain attempts to build up
Fleeting palaces of self-esteem
Bleak witness of self inflicted failures
Excess of hatred bursting in storms of ire
Shred this cloth, tear it to pieces
Unveil your pale skin, spit this sewer of bile
Face it naked, face it naked, spit your
anger at me, and eat it back