Our Rival
The world is our rival
Jealous of our ways
Slowly corrupting the mind
Drawing out the suffering
With venomous tricks
Until we lie in the gutters of society
With wounds of doubt and self loathing
Severed pride spills lies
Hidden as truth
As we grasp for something real
We find only a gun
A single round stalks its chamber
And beckons to us
The temptation all too great
Without a second thought
The pain subsides
Replaced with emptiness
The world takes the lead again
Sheaths its poisoned blade
Looks back at the corpse-strewn track
And frowns in confusion
It wonders if it played a part
But shrugs, sympathizes
And continues on its path
Copyright © Destin Finn | Year Posted 2013
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