I'm ugly yet you tell me I'm handsome,
maybe you see something in me I can't
understand when I look in the mirror,
given, I see myself from the inside,
little remains hidden within my soul,
yet you tell me I'm handsome, a demon
you know nothing about except my soul
exhibits a radiance like the sun,
though this is the death of my soul, a light
yellow incandescence, my innocence
obliterated into ash and bone,
ugly is all that remains, what I see,
treacherous lies hide within delusion,
even if I'm wrong and you're right, I take
little pleasure in you watching my soul
literally burning from the inside
metaphysics is absolute bollocks,
even if there were an eternal soul,
I'm stuck hearing you contradict my mind,
maybe I should say, "Thank you!" and move on,
handsome demons populate the planet
as every celebrity sees themselves,
not from the bottom of a fifth of gin,
demonic juniper berries ferment
sweet, honest souls into greedy bastards,
of course, not everyone in Hollywood
makes hell of Eden, paradise on earth,
even Hollywood has some honest souls.
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