Understand a cursed creature, perhaps
Fulfillment rejects your kind
Housed in lifeless marble, gold
Rooftops forbidden in anyone’s heaven
Barely willing flesh companion – bloodless, cold
Every smile is loathing – yes, your kin too
Absolutely, you have consumed resentful spit
Loyalty? Barely based on opulent exchanges
No complete or slight comfort  – weighed so very down
Run, you self-cursed monster – rule the insects of dung
Daytime walkers tire of you, yearn for peaceful days, nights
When your liar’s clock is silent, your corpse is labeled ignored