Shakespearean Tragedy

For in the last days
mankind will become
lovers of themselves
moreso than lovers of God

These superficialities
bombard me from all sides
through the window blindly
foreshadowing our own demise
The inner self ignored
left unexplored

As I endeavor
to never measure up

I cannot recall the day
when I found myself
unsatisfactory
the mirror doesn't lie
unpleasing to the eye

Never thin enough
never built-up enough
Never measure up
never measure up

Secret prayers etched in carbonite

Exalted images
of plastic perfection
Tear them, tear them down
Self-mutilation
for sensory gratification
Tear them, down to the ground

I lose myself
preoccu-passionately
dim mak affliction in the pupae stage
spawns the sickness within this chrysalis
leaving behind a man now dead
I remove you from myself like a gangrenous limb
before the infection spreads

For in the last days
mankind will become
lovers of themselves
moreso than lovers of God

These superficialities
bombard me from all sides
through the window blindly
foreshadowing our own demise