The Human Inchworm

One inch forward two back Creeping toward a ludicrous goal Relinquishing disappointment Seeking internal satisfaction Psychotic persistence, Emotional self-government, Invulnerable will, Summate its inevitable success Bent on destruction Of opposition Nothing remains in its way Corrupt hunger for perfection Double-edged sword it hunts All lost, nothing gained Predetermined history On course for an early end Egotistical Self-serving None could’ve foreseen Seclusion from society Inured to anguish Epitome of sorrow Unfurnished with tear ducts Just sweat and blood Its release is its affliction Its passion is its destruction Its serenity is its inferno Its infection is its only hope