Nanochrist

Blame

Nanochrist
Confusion rears its' head again,
and it's red from reflection ,
of it's source.

I'm the one to blame,
I hate myself again,
But I hate you more, of course.

I ask for too much,
I see your wall go up,
and frustration manifests.

I choke the venom back,
I swallow it, 'cause I know,
I must keep my head.

Disintegrating Clarity,
blur and fuzz is all I see.
Static magnification,
audio deformity.

Confusion rears its' head in you,
and it's nothing new,
that you're frustrated.

You're the one to blame,
you hate yourself again.
You feel it's how you're fated.

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