Lurking in the recess
of a distortion
Preying only on a grudge
Feeding on paranoia
slowly being consumed
Misanthropy the weapon of choice
Tiptoeing through the twighlight of
an ill-natured desire to humilliate
Keeping (very few) friends at bay
and the enemy close to heart
Throw harpoons of misery
Let fly arrows of spite
taking triumph in the downfall of others
An injured soul loses the ability to smile
resentment festers
annoyance prevails
After all,
the wound was self inflicted.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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