Saturnine
Damn these letters strung collectively
The words they form mock,
A molested chasm within
Damn this pen and paper
Each stroke is devoid
Faint
Damn this clay in my palm
I cannot cast my mania
Homely
Damn this canvas and brush
They cannot imprint my voided cosmos
Meaningless
Damn these eyes
Slash them out
Look
My reflection betrays me
Damn these hands
Their trembling abhors my soul
Vindictive
Damn these tools
Unsuitable instruments
Fallow
Rape my commiserated heart
Reject your antipathy
I am Saturnine Red
Damn my impaired humanity
-Cygam7