Living, does not mean to compete.
Living, need not leech off others.
Living is not to trample down
Still living souls of those around.
To exist is not to fight
For deaths of others
To fuel your life.

Yet one in a million actually abides
By the rules unwritten.
Yet there are always cunning ones
Who seek to be unbeaten.
The unscrupulous side,
Of humans,
Thrive.

Seal the mouth,
Bite the tongue,
Swallow the words.
Close the heart,
Guard the mind
Lock the soul.

Trust none; never call for help.
That's the promise I made to myself.

Some just think
It's cool
It's fun
It's right
To hide behind masks
Of leather and paper
Of plastic and lacquer
The ceramic and glass
Of half woven veils
Across their faces draped.
Bald lies, averted eyes, in disguise.
Core of apple rotten
Loyalty all but forgotten
Maggot of doubt
Seed of betrayal
Lips loose like lathered leaves
Shamefully still, do secrets drip
Like the dewfall.
Hearts painted with
The pain, the agony which
When caused to others, you relish.
Go then,
Go away
Go back to your little game
Of showing off your masquerade
How you hide your blackened face
Behind a gently painted facade.