A vast landscape of scattered minds
Living in their own universes
With their self their self converses
Private sanctioned greed
A cave of lust and need
Life lived for oneself
A granule of truth and a mass of disdain
Delusions, Illusions, they gain
They favor the lies and the pain
The pleasure too
It's true, we're all the same
Some more than others
It's so easy to corrupt
One's brother, mother, and all the others
With financial gain, you gain nothing
Objects in your house, make your house so empty
The haven of self, your private death
short story *an example*
The business man, just got his promotion
Vice President, Co-Ceo
He thought of himself, day in and day out
It filled him with lust, corruption, and doubt
But he didn't hesitate to cheat on his wife
After all, he had to get ahead in life
Felt guilty, and ended the night
With a bullet to the brain, yes it left a stain
Grey matter splattered on the walls, decorating his new furnished living room
With all the pain and guilt brought on by years of self loathing and hate
His doom
That business man is me, that business man is you
We're all the same, in the sense that we can choose
*closing statement*
Give till it fucking hurts
Accept what others want to give
It might start feeling good after awhile
And when it does, you know you're changing for the better
The END
