A Projection of Disgust
By Dreams Of Nepenthe
Reality is a sadist,
pointing fingers
to exact revenge
for petty reasons.
Man is a gun,
barrel aimed at
the unknown
for fear of annihilation.
And death is acceptance,
our eyes will be closed.
No longer able to see
our own insecurities.
We blame others,
a projection of disgust.
For undetermined reasons,
we kill ourselves.
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