How can something so powerful, derive from so little?
A single thought, capable of such destruction.
Planted like a seed, it grows and consumes you.
A neurosis in your mind
It infects you
Like some disease which metastases
There's no cure, no solution.
Your blood's now laced with every ounce of veracity
The thought now becomes your disposition
Even the way your walk and talk
Now drips with authenticity.
You've become the living, breathing form of that sordid notion
The world now oozes disdain from it's pores
You cannot wriggle free from the propensity to self destruct
The thought,
It derives from so little
But devastates an abundance
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