I abandoned the thought of you
I was creating you but I threw you out
I cast you aside because I found no worth
I felt you were a waste of words, a waste of thoughts
I let you walk into my mind
I played with the idea of elaboration
I was going to turn you into a star
The biggest rage, no cage could hold
I was going to make you a rebellious sage
A person of dark ambitions and lost faith
You were going to be my darkest creation
But then I realised I don’t have that in me
How could I create what I am not?
How could I turn into a star an image I would burn?
How could I write a poem about pure evil?
When I myself am no friend to a devil…