point the finger, the games played at whos quick to blame
absolute danger, for all parties are affected one and the same
projecting negativity at your own reflection increases tension with those otherwise considered brethren
longevity of spiritual bonds require two instruments tuned to play harmonious songs
no rehearsal, so there is no reversal, improvised do time tell
as it comes full circle in completing the spell, beckoning even the most withdrawn out from their shells.
stress arises from self importance, are my interests more important than yours?
logistically speaking. yes.
but that leaves the score uneven. and two bad apples rotten to the core because to much time was spent thinking not felt. thus love sinking like a lure to be baited for another future failed attempt.

neither of us are exempt from the constant back and forth
im tired of your pride
and im sick of my prejudice

so what of it?

cornered beast

recent times have tweaked my inner switches, near misses, faulty gears and disorganized fears. i cant seem to hear that inner voice that shouted truths over the noise of distraction, my dissatisfaction of the lack of action that fails to take place sets in motion this corrosion of the mind that follows with a lazy body. and while the masses sip from frothy mugs, corporate thugs justify the means to an end, shakes your hand, calls you a friend, i sit in a corner with bloodshot eyes and a nervous tick. from across the room i see the sociopath unleash his wrath, passive aggressive, slicking his hair back as a charming gesture, he escapes your measure blinded by pain disguised as pleasure. but thats just it right? look around, everything's an extension to buy time. buffering between sufferings, your next fix, your next freak, whats it exactly that you seek outside from yourself? affirmation? acceptance? stimulation? inebriation? temptation? repentance? a shortened sentence from this hell? please do tell because your guess is as good as mine.