Vicious Cynicism

I spit in the face of true love, I mock and scorn romance
I don’t believe in redemption, there is no second chance
I loathe what is pure, I despise what is beautiful and fair
I keep my heart frozen and dead, I don’t and won’t care.

I laugh at pain, I will never cry, I wear a crooked smile
I defeat hardships, I make my demons march in single file
I don’t believe in happy endings or true happiness
I sin and lie, my vices always make a bloody mess.

I only drink my coffee black and my vodka straight
I poison and pollute my insides with morbid hate
I have no grand dreams or any great ambition
Vicious cynicism is my one and only mission.

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