it feels good
   talking
about you

it feels good
   to
apply a devil face

to a devil's
   falsified facade

sickly thin
    pale cracks
push
   porcelain  skin-bone
from curses

inside the regime
   cross hatched
and bled and
 
 nobody
likes you

I pour my self
   heavy into
hurt words
  
for third party
   toxins

creep sneak
   in  
   in
   into the

narcissist
   stream line
ticker tape
   love parade

it helps me
   love myself
in mirror fields

like planes
   astral
through projections

light filtered
  
through
   a danger zone
perpetrator

hypocrite
to conscience guides
   crumpled

and crash landed
   in the trash
can i kick this

habit in my
   bloodstream
   lineage

family jewels
   do I

Have the balls
   to drop my customs
cold
dead
blank
  
   behind?