Just One of the Boys

JUST ONE OF THE BOYS You wait your turn, just one of the boys. Standing in line to play with your toys. Gnawing on bones of fleeting pleasure. Thrown by gods that stole your treasure. Evil men led you astray captured your soul, carried it away. Silent lips kissed the night. Lusting eyes took your sight. Is this who you really are? Or what you’ve become? Selling your birthright for a few measly crumbs. Refusing to take a stand that measures your worth. You’ve join faceless others as your fears gave birth. When will you stop following the crowd? When will your voice be heard out loud? But it’s not within to do what’s right. You embrace the darkness and ignore the light. On an ordinary day you draw that last breath. Coldness circles, you see your own death. You see what you’ve worshiped, surrounded only by your toys. You finally realize you were just one of the boys.