He has two ears but no reason
He cannot hear the logic of men
With him two eyes, but no sight
This spiteful one
He cannot see the truth of his folly
A mind capable of thought, but not able
In his desire to hurt, he destroys himself
This spiteful one
A written voice, silent and surreal
Abandoning the expectations of men
A greyed child, a lost lonely remnant
This spiteful one
Whose hope was cast away long ago
Now he can only derail what he failed
Distractions creations attempting one
This spiteful one
Yet the astute see his sinister soul
Whom shall value his trite existance
His spiteful ways, his banal days
This spiteful one
Poor, poor man, such irony involved
Somewhere between jealousy
And self indulgence lies only pity
This spiteful one
So much wonder, so much joy
Never seen, never known
All lost to a lifespan unloved
This spiteful one