Poem of pain

You try so hard to be the man I need... Don't!! I'm not worthy of it...And you will only fail. I do not bring inspiration, I bring pain ... ask anyone who takes care to look... You will put me in a better mood...? If only... You disappoint me in ways you could never know, nor control. There is too much emptiness in me to ever be fulfilled by you. Too shallow for my depths, you drown in me, and I will not rescue you. I cannot... It is far better to see you suffer and die, Than to school you in the Art of Me. My periodic waves of mystery and emotion capsize you. Euphoric in your demise, my smile is sad, but triumphant. It was inevitable. I realize that there is no hope for me... I crave destruction, and will always look only to maim and kill... I am coarse and vile, and I adore that... In it's repulsive form, it is it's Own magnificence. There is no one in here with me, I am alone in my bubble of lava, and that Is best... Safest...for all. There are no words to sooth a dying soul, and none that can truly kill it, It lies in lingering pain waiting to betray itself... Longing for numbness. We are all betrayed, Cut the umbilical cord around your infantile neck. Set you free into this world of muck. Where you can swim free in oblivion of uselessness. And hold dear all your wasted emotion. I have no use for it's mediocrity. Hold on to it, and spend it on your puppets. A thousand tainted kisses to you.