Pride

We stumble and crawl like newborns crying for some consolation.

Feel the need to peel back the first layer of skin to ensure it is not the same.

One-direction vision causes the eyes to strain.

Perception blinded by madness. The light is a bleeding migraine.

What is it that makes humans their most disdainful? Is it tied to the sum of our parts?

We have sheltered inside and starved our skin exposure. As a result, our egos become oversaturated at the slightest inconvenience.

Red, raw, beating

Is that not enough to outweigh your crass?

Those who believe in his image fail to see our created kinship. How can you be hypocritical about this shit?

That was somebody, once, today, and for the rest of time. It will never compensate for your absent compassion.