Riko's Shallowness

Contemplating my abomination
Directed towards your ignorance
Meaningless in its form and matter
I sense doubt in my self assurance

And your stupid face reminds me of
Lonely dark days of man indeed
When they'd cut their fellows' frail throats
To feed; their greed, and common weed

What a sham I was to strive and seek
Purity of genesis therein
Your eyes so callous, all stony and bleak
Too blind to ever see; what I've seen