It’s been said before
and it’ll be said again
and again, as long
as we are allowed
to walk this earth,
and I’ll say it now,
just as you’ll say it tomorrow:
it is a wicked world
we live in,

and it is not
going to change.

Generally, we like
to think of ourselves
as a good person,
sometimes we are right
and sometimes we are
way off.

Save those moments
of natural kindness
deep in your memory box,
because those events
are perhaps the rarest occasions
you’ll ever stumble upon,

but don’t forget
the cruel intentions
that succumb the majority.
Keep it further from memory
and closer to instinct,
for it is a necessity
of survival
in a land
where evil
rules all.

And when you look
in the mirror,
into the leak
of your subconscious,
and you see the malice veins
strangling goodwill,
the rancid flesh
rotting your soul,
the black eyes that darken
with each action
of a corrupt fate,
you can ask yourself
what went wrong
all you want,
but you already know
the answer:
it’s buried deep
under six feet of dirt
with the rest of your corpses,
and the farther you search,
the blinder you become.

So you can look all you want,
but it isn’t going to prevent
another innocent casualty,
nor is anyone going to forgive
the pleads of pure monstrosity.

Face it: you should have
leaped off the deck
before the ship even sunk.