Hurtling through a downward spiral
We, the dominant species
Have gone back in evolution
Transforming into a substance more grotesque and lowly
Than the rotting corpse of some dead animal
Where not even the maggots would dare to play
We are a cruel and unusual form of torture to one another
Speech spoken from lips are always words spoken in a tongue
Meant to whiplash and emotionally bruise others like us
Others we think are so different
We are parasitic, despicable beings
Always feeding off another’s pain
Striving to see them beaten, broken
Their pride eaten from the inside out
And all the while we strut a fabricated mask
Of painted worry
Pretending to care about others
As we silently feed on the pain
Of those we don’t like
Because we are humans
A substance more grotesque and lowly
Than the rotting corpse of some dead animal
Where not even the maggots will dare to play
And we’ll just keep
Hurtling
Farther
Down
That
Downward
Spiral
Cat Summers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/downward-spiral/
