A Gift, A Curse, A Fiend.

Show me the sense in your behavior.
Let me see the dignity within your arrogance.
Or is there anything of significance at all?
Can you not prove the invalid points,
that you so violently attempt to make?
Or should be so obvious to me,
That you are truely oblivious
to the Hell around you.
There is no purpose.
There is no cause.
There is no Reason.
The only thing that derives from your acts,
Are the effects of hate and idiocy it has.
You are so vane and corrupt...All must be for you,
Yet like that of a spoiled child,
gifts of kinds any, shall never please you.
Such a shame that you've let your pride consume you.
For your potential is wasted, and your desires are flawed.
Ethically, you are wasted, morally you are destroyed...
May your vanity change you for better or worse,
Lest you should take off this mask of yours,
God forbid, pride is simply the mask of arrogance.
At least something that means something to me,
is something at all.