who are we without are ****** egos
without are overindulgent narcissism
without are overinflated *****
in our own mouths
swallowing our own pride
how many selfies will it take
before we know our selfs
how much self pride will it take
before we realize we have nothing
to be prideful for
nothing more than civilized savages
of casual cruelty
so quick to anger
so willing to hate
so willful to ignorance
so blind to love
love
the only thing that makes
our miserable existence worthwhile
the only thing that makes our suffering
worth breathing through
yet we sit blind gazing
at our brief moments of eternity
trusting the lust of our eyes
over the truth of our hearts
giving into the desire
of instant gratification
to avoid the fear of being alone
the desperation of feeling lonely
pretending to know love
as we sit side by side
while drifting miles apart
strangers speaking different languages
smiling through the pain
******* away the time
as our flesh erodes
as our bones weaken
as our hearts fade away
from what we could become
how hollow is the echo
of what was once the song
of our hearts
how shallow of a river bed
have we made of our blood
is there anything but oxygen
filling our empty lungs and
if we let go of our egos
if we threw away our vulgarity
what would we find
what would we become
if we closed our eyes
and saw with our hearts
would we feel then
that we could be beautiful
without the cruelty of our narcissism
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
who are we without are ****** egos
without are overindulgent narcissism
without are overinflated *****
in our own mouths
swallowing our own pride
how many selfies will it take
before we know our selfs
how much self pride will it take
before we realize we have nothing
to be prideful for
nothing more than civilized savages
of casual cruelty
so quick to anger
so willing to hate
so willful to ignorance
so blind to love
love
the only thing that makes
our miserable existence worthwhile
the only thing that makes our suffering
worth breathing through
yet we sit blind gazing
at our brief moments of eternity
trusting the lust of our eyes
over the truth of our hearts
giving into the desire
of instant gratification
to avoid the fear of being alone
the desperation of feeling lonely
pretending to know love
as we sit side by side
while drifting miles apart
strangers speaking different languages
smiling through the pain
******* away the time
as our flesh erodes
as our bones weaken
as our hearts fade away
from what we could become
how hollow is the echo
of what was once the song
of our hearts
how shallow of a river bed
have we made of our blood
is there anything but oxygen
filling our empty lungs and
if we let go of our egos
if we threw away our vulgarity
what would we find
what would we become
if we closed our eyes
and saw with our hearts
would we feel then
that we could be beautiful
without the cruelty of our narcissism
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