Every day

Every day you "discover" something even more blindingly obvious than the day before and wave it above your head saying "Look what I have found!" You accept the applause and bow graciously and say "Oh, it was nothing!" You drag these things around with you all day and all night because the applause was shallow, the praise was fleeting and nobody wants to buy the shit you sell anymore. I hope that one day you drown in your discoveries and know you should have seen it all along. I will wash the bitter citrus aftertaste from my mouth and forget you instantly, knowing only that my victory means nothing and there is nobody left to hate except myself. You see what you have done to me. Will you smile from Heaven as I search for poisons in a cold and empty world? Knowing everything and having no-one to tell. Spitting venom at Satan, when there's just the two of us in hell.