Nature of Vice

My callow nature

My callous nature

Lives in the credence of denial

Dances to the silent rhythm

Being its loving victim

Longs for its rival

Who killed my father

My callow, callous nature

Wonders what joy emanates in prison

What blindness rests in my vision

My denial is my asylum

To the silence of the dead

And the animosity of the killed parents

To the sufferings of the locked ones

And the incognizance of what's done

It raps itself around my numb body

Imminent upon me

I can walk through a carnage

And still be callow, callous to the blood beds

Ludicrous of me to not feel the guilt

Towards the walls of vice I built