Ornaments for Derision - Handful of Hate

Look at me, Hide!

Weak!

Rabble feed your scorn utterly compelled, backbiting

Dodgy mouths rude to serve thy lowness, infamous crown

The void greets your whispers is this your shaking force?

My silence, my amused silence as the god of starvation, I laugh

Crawl!

Coward, crawl!

Louder!

Bastard Son!

Crawl!

Envy, crawl!

Denial rules your world

According my favor as a grace

Touched by misery, failure ruthless whip

Ornaments for derision, hide!

Weak!

Rabble feed your scorn utterly compelled, backbiting

Dodgy mouths rude to serve thy lowness, infamous crown

Crawl!

Coward crawl!

Louder!

Bastard son!

Crawl!

Envy, crawl!

Denial rules your world

Each thorn, each word, each thought I’m still breathing