Beneath Contempt

You're pitiful, unworthy of hate

No use to anyone, unyielding in disgrace

So spin your lies and burn your tongue

Utter nothing but endless empty words

It won't change a thing: you've fallen far from grace

Entrenched in complete darkness, wallowing in ignorance

Grasping onto false persuasions, convinced of your pretence

Unburdened by what you've become

Prepared long since to sacrifice all ill gained

Summoning, begrudgingly, the will in the 13th hour

Surfacing to see it end, yet overwhelmed by consequence

A vigil to the vacant, to dead sentiment

But too little too late, now you call out desperately,

Let the silence bury you and push you far beneath

Far beneath my contempt,

Your design of deceit had folded for all time

Long before the well ran dry and the flock had scattered

Leaving you to realise, that nothings as it seems

And nothing can grow here, but excuses and frustrations

Take that knowledge with you: its useless to you here

It can't but prolong the misery

Too little now and far too late,

you continue hopelessly.

Lumbered with grand delusions,

Returning to the unreal

Pathetic attempts of absolution

But you can only fool yourself for so long

Unworthy of hate

Far beneath my contempt.