I am callous;
Feed me with malice.
For names won’t break me.
I built a realm off negativity.
Forged from pain inflicted.
Never will i be constricted.
For this place is of my own making.
Continue all you like with your hating.
Different isn’t wrong, no matter what you’re spitting.
I am king callous;
Position formed with that same malice.
Palace erected in my mind and name.
For me what you do is less than a game.
Pitiful you think you matter at all.
Throughout i will remain standing tall.
For you know zip about who i am.
Think me the weirdo that needs banishing.
Get bent; i will remain who and what i have always been.
King of the callous;
Palace constructed from pain, suffering, ridicule and malice.
Confusion writhing right beneath your surface.
Judgement on me is superfluous.
I know you’re haunted and tormented.
The stench on you is cemented.
Smiles are all you’re get; so evil.
I am more than simply primeval.
Bathe in your insecuirty as i excel with absolute glory!
Prevail;
I’ll never fail.
Say my name, my title.
I am inevitable.
King callous;
Fed, fueled, born from malice.
High atop my throne;
Palace all of my own.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 