Obscured by a moment fleeting,
Squandered time never regained,
It doesn’t matter much to me,
When erasing you is a simple click away.
Marred by “evils done unto you”,
Your poetry became a nauseating whine,
A blameless world you created,
Dictated by your own delusions.
When I stopped believing I’ll never know,
Perhaps I never bought your bullshit,
Your absence fills my emptiness
and I smile as I move you to trash.