Does it make you feel good?
Sitting on your throne up high
Glaring, staring
At the little, scurrying people below
Who jump and flinch at your beck and call?
At your every whisper
At every order
Command
Does it make you happy?
Lies to so many
With an infinity of faces
And masks to each that you meet
Their perfect name
Or the greed that the have
Influences your heart, your mind, your actions
Does it make you proud?
How you destroy
Everything you touch
Belittling the impressionable
The kind hearted, honest
Breaking them to nothing
To shattered pieced
Of non-existences
Wishing themselves away
To make yourself feel better
Do you sleep in peace?
With actions playing on repeat
In your mind
The words you have spewed
For years
Will come back to haunt you