the satirist

A cornucopia of failures predicted his life's doom

With fatalism, he never accepted this monotony

A paroxysm of rage filled his heart that happiness has no room

Even his paragon cannot awaken him from this reverie

In melody he found cacophony, in falsity the truth

For he considered darkness a paradisaical haven and refuge

A satirist he has become he has no trust in sooth

As he abhorred his own world just as he's sagacious to be fooled





written by: Alecxandra Rimbao
September 21, 2009