The Myth of Human Decency

Case the heart as you make love like war
Make yourself at home at another’s ground zero
When all you do for anyone else is self its for
When the villain masquerades as the victims hero

Ambush, striking in ways unexpected
Wounds exploited with eyes infected
All you see is everything through the lens of your own scars
As if the blood you shed is what makes you who you are

Ego tripping, the acquired taste
Paraphernalia made of a liars friends
Gold hearts gone to waste
The user thrives on the means to their own ends

Compensations of medicated inadequacy
Leaching off of the thunder of another’s tragedy

Getting off on disease to sell yourself like you’re the cure
When your ways are just as much the affliction
Like a social cancer infiltrating the host
When attention is the hearts’ addiction

Loose lips slander in the ways of a yenta
When gossip proceeds from the mouth like the birth of deaths placenta

Starting fires and adding to the furnace of your own hell
When bitterness challenges compassion
I’m torn between wishing you dead or well
When the soul is ugly as the fads of the world’s unseen fashion

Reminding myself we battle not against flesh and blood
I guess it’s just the devil in your eyes
When crocodile tears are a toxic flood
I swim against the temptation to resign you to my own despise

You have a way it seems of echoing poison sentiments
When kindred demons scavenger like the wolf of a familiar narcissist
Black hole plagues playing tug of war as we reckon with this gravity
This detestable heartache of resisted vengeance follows in the way of such depravity

No stones to cast when the worst in others is the propensity of ourselves
Who do you hate but the mirror when it’s a reflection that you see
Even if it’s not full grown we all bear the burden of our own humanity…