F*eather

To scorn and to disdain-

Bring me not to your lowly-state!
Friendship is your illusion,
I, rise above your devious grip.

Into the depths of jealously!
The arms of a feminine, betrothed man,
Is your only fallacious comfort.

Cast away sweet angels!
Look not into the eyes of deceit,
Floating above the quicksand, which engulfs them.

Feel no pity for the one it feeds on!
Let it rejoice in its abrasive nature,
A certain end to follow.

Struggle not to your demise!
Your efforts are fruitless,
Consumed, till there is no trace of your existence.

Gone, below the surface,
Where no one can see,
Nor care to remember, your hideous face.