No, my dear, you are the one steeped in erroneous mess
Your vision cannot sight beyond the tint of my insanity
The cogency of non-prosaic sentences that flee the ink of my thoughts
Too much for untrained eyes to prudently discern
The self-faith I locked in years without redemption
Deride at yours only that I do for you
Your blissful ignorance, my brazen arrogance.