Poison

Frail hand-clasps separate

As the bloody hue of sunset,

Peeks through the cracks of futility.

Have you often wondered how

Smiles change their curves slowly but surely,

Quite in harmony with time?

As the world progresses towards downfall,

Innocent connections follow the trail.

We are all but scavengers of poisoned prosperity,

Masquerading the demon within.

We devour through our own skullcaps

To assimilate the remnants of our brain.

What is more toxic

Than denial of the poison you possess?

Our moral compass seeks no cardinal;

It only decrees us to abide by the demon.

As the embrace of Satan swallows the sun,

Disappearing in the distance,

We are but in deceitful darkness,

As He smirks within His veil.

Humans part ways inevitably,

Left with the condolences 

Of an ignorant audience.

Compatibility encompasses similar poisons,

But those that are nurtured to near purity

Are shunned by ignorant frowns.

Our social statutes are marked with a golden tint,

As we strive to prove ourselves

In the pursuit of acclaim.

The destination, however, is quite confusing,

For it shows what you have achieved,

While your poison was your most prized possession.

Look behind your hard-fought glory.

Empty roads with burned bodies.

So is our fate, in a journey immense,

Incinerated in the route of others,

While burning those in ours. 

Is this glory?

Is this greed?

Is this obstinacy?

Is this even a feat?

Look back at the violent road,

While the deceased burn in introspection street.