Monday, November 30, 2015

Sangria Mouth

Drunk with bloodlust, we can be so quick to bite at our peers.
Our righteous minds allow us to believe we can judge.
As if we’re so perfect.
We bite and draw blood and think we can hide behind a smile.
It’s laughable.
Blood dripping from our fangs and staining our lips, we smile in false innocence.
Like vampires, our darkness drains our victims.
Our foul mouths do damage.
But unlike the Princes of Darkness, the wounds we leave are not visible.
But they’re there, and they’re hard to ignore.
In a whirlwind of darkness our victims bite back and become us.
A downward spiral ensues and we allow darkness to conquer.
Evidence in plain sight as we deny everything with smiles on our faces.
Mouths get redder and redder.
The world gets darker.
But we continue to stand on our pedestal, pointing and judging, biting and bruising.
Blood staining our mouths in our violent tirades.
The intoxication fills us with false righteousness until we self destruct.
It looks like Sangria but doesn’t taste as sweet.
Put your glasses down.

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