The love of destruction kills any signs of life,

yet you question the isolation your actions decree, why?

You reason it’s not wrong to fulfill such savage cravings,

when denying them only seems to make them greater.

So eat, devour your entrée of decay; drink and quench your thirst

For the forbidden fruits of your neighbors down the lane.

And when you’re done, notice that you’re eating alone;

there are no guests at your table, they’ve all run off.

Distracted by your feast, you didn’t notice a single one leave.

Lonely becomes your label when you burn every bridge that leads.


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