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.
Copyright © Amanda Hardy | Year Posted 2015
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