A compound of both selfishness and hate,
it feeds upon its’ own flesh
and bathes in its’ own blood.
Crippling the mind, the heart, and the soul.
In vanity it stares at its’ reflection
shone from the smooth side of a dull blade
All it sees is a dark abyss.
Devouring the light of goodness
suffocating our joys
slaughtering our loves.
Toasting on its’ own cup of poison
it eats and it eats
until all crumbles and cracks,
Finally then when it holds life and death
in its’ own hand
Does peace finally befall it.
