Nothing Left

I ponder definitions and how times have changed

and how we are effected to where we feel kinda strange

and like a mental epsom salt we tend to clean out our brains

with those “significant others” then we forget all thier names

we add to common problems by seeking fortune and fame

and when we’re painted in a corner we find someone to blame

and hate turns keen lust in to a belligerent game

as we Mask the truth with enigmatic names

and wonder why love partakes the action of “lame”

then the sins that follow surface as unremovable stains

and slowly grow more irritated as the morph into pain

then collective grief takes the form of bondage by chains

which awakes the green eyed monster which cant be conquered or slain

then the humane hide, as the beast starts to feign

scared our guilt will crush our bones into an edible grain

alongside that the monster will eat our heart and our brains

and so we consider this to be the dish to bring out our shame

and we’re drenched, not in tears but a mistake filled rain

and if we try to withstand it, it brings unbearable strain

although the pain comes we all try to refrain

from showing any remorse so we are physically drained

and we have nothing else left, so we have nothing to claim

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