You Can't Feel Bad For Yourself

you can't feel bad for yourself.
no matter how things turn out.
you've got to fight with your head down,
because your brain is the strongest organism
you have.
your heart is just a muscle
that gets tense
and full of blood
just like your cock
and what does that say about love?
exactly.
i like it better when no one is here.
when the doors are all close
the windows all sealed
and the phone doesn't vibrate anymore.
it's a true leap to put faith
and
kindness
into someone else.
they can easily guide you to the depths of hell.
and you'll dwell there for a very long time.
loathing
sleeping
writing
and walking strange neighborhoods late
into the
A.M.
you can never let anyone
truly in
because
even you are faulty.
everyone is faulty
full of broken slabs of glass
that will eventually gouge your eyeballs out
until you are blind
with lust
and full of
all those things you never wanted.
the best you can hope for
is someone who constantly disappoints you
so that when they do something redeeming
at least it's a surprise
to
the
goddamn cynic
who rinses his eyes with clorox every night
and little
by little
pushes humanity
lower into
his core.
eventually they'll be no traces left
of that man you knew
because you all destroyed him
and now
he is famous
and women flock to him
to his cock
as if he were Zeus throwing lighting bolts
into your
vagina.
how sad life is.
how the good never win.
and the losers
the douche's
the bad people
who don't give a shit about nothing
except themselves
get the hot women
the money
the vacations
and those nice girls
who had strong ties to you
but somehow retreat
when life
turns
upside
down
down
down.