by Dep

How do I describe
What I have become
What a paradox I am
How little sense it all makes

See the reflected image
The fine watch and ring to the left
The pentacle to the right
And in the middle, my heart

Know my soul
The desire for culture
the finer things in life
To read, to learn, to love
The desire for violence
In a rage against this life
To rant, to rave, to write

But have no pity
For I would be no other
A paradox I may be
But I am who I want to be

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