I dare not dream of leaving, not to dare place any hope in a miracle. To abandon this world around me, even if its air of toxicity drowns me. And yet the very lone thought of being physically outcast brings a ping of dread through my mortal soul. I am bound to this place, neigh to the people amongst me. Chained by my sacrifices of their own demand, their words are curses chained by blood. How the mighty look weak from a dead man's point of view, spit upon those who think themselves higher than a mere rat upon the street.
You ask how I differ from them as the same species, I don't not entirely. With every good there's bad, so nature proclaims. I am however more aware of the consequences of greed, those I've lost, those who I betrayed. I take full blame with my icy heart, and encourage others to pick another path, should you fall into the same pit as I. Where I shall gain your trust. Love you with my all, then eat you whilst your back is turned. {Unwillingly} Slowly...it won't be known to you until only your head is left. You turn in time to see me weep of your loss, your company and joy we shared, but in the end greed is always fed. I will mourn for your smile, your encouragement as the last of your soul still burns out in my veins, refilling my energy till the next. This is my punishment not for just me, but to those who get too close.
The swine I am in relation to as far as physically, offer their very children, like lambs to the slaughter to gain what they desire, more power, more money, more fame and yet their stupidity outshines it all. Brighter than a brick of gold and hotter than the sun, their true nature is poison to the place I call home.
As it is the same for the hunger that gnaws at my brain, to which one day I too will be devoured, for greed is always fed. The cost of who lives and who dies has slowly faded into nothing. To me they are all the same, a meal in the end to sustain my aches. I can recall very few faces in my time, how they too were scared yet stayed until they gave their all, their only wish is I be cured of this burden. To lose all sense of guilt and shame, so that I can be just an endless husk. For my last bit of humanity to leave this earth and set me free.
The days and nights blend, however there is one who is also cursed. They too eat their loved ones and weep for them in the dark. They are never too far from me, however this is the 1st I've never felt hungry for yet... I remind myself. I weep at the loss when they're not in sight. It is a strange feeling that creeps in my spine. They give, and give, then they take and take again as though they too had never met someone of the same mind. A creature, a monster, a beast with a heart. I allow my hope to be eaten by them, so that they can place hope within me. We swap stories, tell of our lives, I fear that someone played a cruel trick on me while I slept by placing a mirror in front of me. In hope that I will be my own demise, do they know nothing... I wake and it's not true. I give to them, I take from them and I allow myself to let them do the same... An endless loop to which either of us wishes to stop, but the greed is always fed. And when the time comes that one will take too much of the other, they will have set that one free, their time in this place is no more. The bloody chains fall and break, and in the last breath of energy they will grab the other with them. So that their empty shells rot together, as they soar high in the air.
Centuries pass before they finally meet again, promised to always be there in the end. In other lives their beginnings and ends never aligned. For the universe plays its hand, twisting and bending the two halves to see which will break. Neither do so nature proclaims it, the greed now festers the earth where the shells had been buried and the seed brings destruction of life itself.
How they live now is different and rebirth has taken hold. In this life they still have greed, and take to give. They are eternal, no longer held down by what their blood says, the soar without wings. They defend their earth, their new home.
They came up with a word for that feeling, "Friends" , a powerful word with meaning
So is the way nature proclaimed it...
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Monsters of Greed
PoetryA poem I wrote, those who get it with understand, and those who don't will understand one day.
