not the antichrist

Entitlement tastes bitter and sweet. Not bittersweet in the beautiful sense, but both in such overwhelming qualities that i cannot describe it. it cannot be made into one word. If you split that taste open it would be sugar and ash, blended, crystals being turned grey. It would be black diamonds melting away, making you cringe. But I lap it up from the ground, hoping to never be rid of such a distinction.