Add Vice

Just beyond the chandelier of the sun
a hallowed hall is filled with mourners
perfecting the soliloquy of tears
to mark the true final death
of want
take it however you like
see it with both eyes open
though they be glazed and hollow
like the empty place inside your chest
that used to house your marching heartbeat
the cavity filled with bent feelings
crooked matters best left undefined
the correct bearing and temperament is always an ally
one should never fuck off
even though it burdens you with rebuffing
the very flattering attentions from your own ego
flirt with dust if you must
but leave the self alone
because vanity is a hungry fire
with teeth that chew and gnaw the bones
the very nature of a jackal can’t compete
with the vicious lusting after something
you can never own
but play with like a toy
only to be cast aside to rust
along the restless road of age