We made up a lie,
told it to ourselves
each night.
Thought we kept
away the dark,
but we were just
making a home for it
in our hearts.
We thought if we closed the door,
shut our eyes,
and doused the light,
would ensure it
passed us by,
but the funny thing about sin,
is we invite it in.
We don’t seem to know
that we’re the biggest
threat we face.
In even a short time,
we build each other up
this way.
With lies and pride,
and virtuously
glad-handing,
back-stabbing,
bring you down
just as quickly.
Trust me;
but trust is an illusion.
Trust you;
you are an illusion, too.
Setting each other up,
not just for disappointment,
but betrayal.
No more perfect interlude,
before we get on with dying.
Here we are;
each crying out
that we don’t believe.
We just doubt,
we just hate,
and justify
every lie
that we create.
We tell ourselves
we’re warding off the darkness,
but the darkness is all in our hearts.
The thing we fear,
the monster chasing us,
is you and I.
We still try
to rationalize
this utter madness.
HG – 2020
