Analysis of The Pertinacious Creep

My perpetual apathy didn't fulfill its promise
My consciousness was subdued by the little
emotions that I had in me
the esoteric ones...
Emotions aren't kaleidoscopic, not every single type of them
Impervious, I, was swallowed by oblivion.
Your thoughts deserved not to be abrogated
I know those were implicit...
I sprint towards benevolence
There's that fear of playing with chauvinism
The road to you is kind of glib, smooth but
slippery
My works are of no civil help
The house those sporadic visualisations of your
various gestures have made on the huge plot in
my brain, looked good to me today...