I don’t know why but here I am

I created fetters

Disillusioned by my elusiveness,

Depersonalised by this spying nature


I sieve through languid personalities

Emulating what others can’t handle

Inebriating on freedom and valproate


I’m nothing more than a blot of ink in a richly dense book.

Like a living, breathing embodiment of fear

Every story needs a villain

Someone like me who has no face