Horror

We are the serpents that lie in wait behind closed doors Only partially hidden by masks that litter a floor Piled high with “good” intentions Disguised as friends and lovers We cheat to win the game that everybody loses We are the nightmares of our own design Unconscious of the extent of our flaws Until our clothes are stained with the blood Of those we crushed to pull ourselves higher We are the savage and superb Torn in two by the souls that dwell within us We are the murdered But also the murderers The innocent child And the sociopathic serial killer Content with life Yet begging to die We create the very sins we try so hard to resist And the heartfelt actions we shower in praise There is no god to judge us There is no devil to lure us There is only humankind.