Werther, The Conqueror

I am the world that drugs make bearable.

A leaden heart and dense mind.

 

Not act nor actions in my passivity.

Only in myself can failure be found.

No reprieve no recompense.

 

The fool of passion

A caustic ditch

To be stepped over and upon

All Samaritans

 

Deserving the untimely

As it is to be lesion

Of a lacerated heart

Silly for beating

Such carcinogens

 

All too well deserved

Yet, all the more deserved

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