Inconsiderate is your ideal standard.

Ruining my brain with your toxicity,

The mask you wear blinds other but, not me

Confusion takes over your brain.

Judging me for my potential when you don't know your own.

Mocking my techniques, which can't be mastered

Forgive me was I too much too handle?

Ever ponder who your satan was?

Proceed with caution as trust is merely a mask not a face.

For seeing the future my butterfly knife isn't even necessary.

As death loves you the most,

accidents are coincidences by chance,

The act of sheet folly proves your worth.

An experience of epiphany your received was overdue.

Darling, Psycho was a face not a trait.

Myths found you every time but, you forgot who created them.

My butterfly was tempted to kill you beautiful,

However the tainted air was more suitable for you.

Beware, wear a mask.