Did Prometheus go manic from his fire?
was he self-impressed and dominatingly intense?
Did he stand above all else
parading gaily with his novel torch?
Oh how lessons seem to manifest reversed
after hatred, fear, and loathing comes the curse
With cruelty on display my shadow raged
the oft repressed dark venom lazed its target
yet she was crying to herself
hiding tears of soul’s dark nights inside
old Carl Jung was right
this dim projector beamed a light
upon her breast
and fearing not
while seeing all that wasn’t there
a strange hallucination of the will
degraded hasty judgments
to a dime-store sin
Though pain makes rain upon her sullen face
She’s moving onward thinking fate is new
Soar deities on demon wings with haste
to fill the hole and sate her heart and moon