No Longer A Child Of High Society Poem by I AM THAT MOUSE

it would be a grave injustice
to the overall balance of humanity
to become a better person...
it would worsen my insanity
and lengthen my days
in ways i can't comprehend....

i'll send out this application
to remain exceedingly offensive
to those on the reverse...
a perverse twist on apprehensive
eyes that watch my moves
i'll disprove a conquering good...

now should i tell my mother
i, born of her womb, dies by her dreams
no longer a child of high society...
a killer of sobriety as the liquor streams
down my face like saline tears
her biggest fears coming to life...

dropp the knife in the rusted sink
and wait for the sun to expose me
as the demon no one can fight...
was i right to allow him to repose me
and leave me alone in my head
where the dead lie
waiting for me to join them...