Destructive Mind

About five years ago I recieved an e-mail from a friend-acquantice that contained a beautiful poem. I reproduce it as follows:

Around the corner I have
a friend,
In this great city
that has no end,
Yet the days go by
and weeks rush on,
And before I know it,
a year is gone.
And I never see my
old friends face,
For life is a swift
and terrible race,
He knows I like him
just as well,
As in the days when
I rang his bell.
And he rang mine if,
we were younger then,
And now we are busy,
tired men.
Tired of playing a
foolish game,
Tired of trying to
make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say! "I
will call on Jim"
"Just to show that
I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes
and tomorrow goes,
And distance between
us grows and grows.
Around the corner!
yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram
sir" "Jim died today."
And that's what we
get and deserve in the
end.
Around the corner, a
vanished friend.

Today, while I was cleaning my suitcase in which I keep my souvenirs of good and bad times. I found this semi-original creation probably written to vent out my anger!!! As I see today, this destructive version of the above poem has more of a relevance.

Around the corner I am
the fiend,
In this great city
my vice has no end,
Yet the days go by
and weeks rush on,
And before you know it,
the terror is on.
And you never see my
ugly fiends face,
For I am swift
and have terrible rage,
I know you're like me
just as well,
As in the days when
you could sell.
And you'd bend line if,
you had the dime,
And now you are sleazy,
tired men.
Tired of playing a
foolish Saint,
Tired of trying to
make a dent.
"Tomorrow" you say! "I
will damn him"
"Just to show that
I make him."
But tomorrow comes
and tomorrow goes,
And your cribbing
grows and grows.
Around the corner!
yet miles away,
"Here's a message
sir" gone are your days"
And that's what you
get and deserve in the
end.
And I've beaten you,
in your own den.
I am your creation,
from your own pen,
This is my strength,
and this is your bane.
My time has come,
and you are down the drain.
And I own the rainbow,
and all u have is pain.
Around the corner, I
have beaten you in your game.
Around the corner,
there is a hell.
I am its master,
and its for you to dwell.
Around the corner, I
have beaten you in your game.
and before you know it,
I am the vanished fiend.

I told you, "A destructive mind can be very creative!!!"