Fractured out of time
in tune but out of mind
decayed and so sublime
this visionary fiend of mine
is it true to be
one step farther than I see
a taste of my supremacy
a taste so sweet and coppery
thrones of desperate contrivances
robes of trite malevolence
my scepter in a hand that wills its last breath to begin
to feel that superiority reigning within
the false ones die to me
all the better for them
withered is the status tree
withered is me
warped is my wretched dream
warped is my sense of me
nice, love how you wrote it
and good vocabulary!!!