To Yorick's Skull and No One Else

Perhaps, I'm possessed.

Probably,
Oh, I should confess,
Sinfully,
That I'm the worst man
That I've ever known.
I'm sorry.
Honestly,
Oh, I kinda love it.

You can strike me down.
While I'm down here,
Send kicks to the crown.
Oh, I have no fear.

Now, that I'm broken
You can do nothing more.
Oh, you've awoken
My demons most pure.

Darkness arising.
Where have you been?
A dragon takes flight
To blot out the sun.
Eclipsing the silence
With violence again.
Is this the real me?
Is this who I am?

Oh, yes.
Please.
I kinda like it.

Skeletons scattering -

Brittle bones do break with words.

Syllabic sword swinging -

I never knew how much it'd hurt.

But they run from me.

Social entropy.

I'm the

Spotlit star

Of this scene

Of which it seems

No one has heard.

But my finite fame