Superiority Complex
Incompetence greets your seeking
for incremented self-lauding fame
to reflect condemning truth blotches
-prideful modesty, abhorrent intrinsicality of you
Infected superiority - courtesy of your life tree
-Guiders to ‘higher’ life implication.
Digress!
In deluded self-imagery of eternity
Kiss a looking glass’ bent contortion,
smiling back is you.
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IconoclastSalem
Faeries, magick, enchantment, Tir Na Nog, Mother Earth, poetry, the stars, and wonder are all I need in life. Hey, I'm Salem. I'm just an average nobody trapped in forever cycles of hurt and repent. My mind mixes thought and reality ever so painfully which, in turn, creates the chaotic painting that is my life. Who said chaos couldn't be beautiful?
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