A curse within

There’s a razor of regress within me
That hates how happy other men may be
It search every part of these men
To cut from their destiny what may
How it resides with power, with consistency
in me seems it wants to stay

I sharpen it’s every edge whenever I hate
And lubricate it with grease of envy
As I grow, it grows with my age
And feed on my personal progress
Anytime I hate, part of me is eaten

There’s a razor within me
Turning me evil
It hates whenever others smile
But rejoice as their dreams die
I looked at the world and say:
I am the only man worthy of success
To my heart, someone’s height is a torment

There’s a razor of regress within me
It eats me, equal my heart to my wishes
and give me what I intend.

Muhammed Korta
Tha Destined Poet ✍.