Selfishness is such a root evil
It offers no
Security
Only undeserved punishment
Many nights lying in bed
Crying yourself to
Sleep
While the other sits high
On a 14 carrot gold
Thrown
Tossing bread crumbs your
Way with
Haste
Your life such a dreadful
Mess
Left confused and searching for some
Abandoned truth
There is no such thing
Anymore
Pouring your heart into a glass
Already filled
With rage
Just in time for
Your
Arrival
Living a shallow exsistance
Never able to please
The
Piper
Only to suffer more relentless
Hell bent
Crucifixion
At the hand of the one
Who's
Perfect
The sun doesn't exist
In hell
Only deep pitted flames to cast
Pain in the greatest
Glory
Of the one
Who loved with no
Convictions
Erasing laughter and
Casting
Tears
Upon the queen you
Chose
Lacing the air with nails that pierce the
Lucky
Recipient
And the blood shall
Pour
Onto the shallow
Grave you call
Home