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