Choosing to live and learn
And die and scold myself
With thoughts of jarring torrid
Dreams, memory and emotion
Hatred of the self in battle
With the legion of my worthiness
Crying out for closure but knowing all too well
That without the caustic torrent afloat
In my mind and my heart
I would be left an empty shell
Of a man like so many others
Bent upon the ego
Bent over the dollar
Getting whipped and scarred and marred
And torn asunder
Ever ignorant of the damage
Of the weaving, binding suffocating hallow ways
They choose to fill with self-deception
And dare to call it success