i dislike
crowds almost
as much as
i dislike
any attention
and the beginning
of convention season
is not lost on me
as a horror
i put myself through

a bipolar poet
trying to sell words
to rabid horror fans
when the true horror
is existence itself
a nihilist wrapped
in ugly metaphors
screaming emotions
he dare not share

unlovedunwantedunseen
tapping out codes into
the æther to escape
the constant grinding
down of self deception
forcing a smile
attempting to sell
shards of my soul for
pennies on the pain