Futility - My Sickness

Planted with care.
Nurtured by callous hands.
Nourished by spite.
I reap what you have sown.


Tender hope ripens.
Growing rich on empty promises.
Soured by deceit.
Naivety pierced by thorns.


Bursting with hate.
Sickly sweet and rotting.
Worthless and decayed.
My destruction is your reward.

Self-pitying.
Self-loathing.
Soul-destroying.
Purposely oblivious.
Ignoring the signs.


Self-pitying.
Self-loathing.
Soul-destroying.
Purposely oblivious.
Ignoring the signs.


Corpulant.
Diseased.
Pestilent.
Ripe with promise.
Rotten to the core.


How did I become this.
You planned this all along.
Why I let this happen.
It was easier to be led.


My sickness.
Feeds your disease.


What made you do this to me.
Lust for power over others.
When did I realise.
I knew it from the start.
My sickness.
Feeds your disease.


Corpulant.
Diseased.
Pestilent.
Ripe with promise.
Rotten to the core.


My heart lies fallow.
As barren as potters field.
Betrayed by my inertia.
I reap what we have sown.

Ripe with promise.
I reap what we have sown.

Rotten to the core.
We reap what we have sown.