Stench

How do you sleep at night?
Is your soul that void?

You have a stench...
Rancid,
Vulgar,
Lingering.

So well rehearsed,
You no longer need to review the script.
You fool yourself,
Believing my silence is 'fear of you'.
Don't flatter yourself.

TRUTH decides, on its own,
When it wants to present itself.
So, I've released it to do so.
My assistance isn't needed.

"Truth"
Do you recognize that word?
Are you familiar with its meaning?
I imagine it's as foreign to you
As "monogamy" or "decency".

Do you not see the distance I create?
And then here you come...
Like a moth to the flame,
Only I'm the one that gets burned,
Because I'm the only one
With a moral compass.

I struggle not to allow your dysfunctional weight,
Collapse me to the level of your character,
That creeps lower than the cracks
In the filthy oil stained pavement.

You are where you belong...
In the arms of the blind,
In the heart of the desperate.
So, seek refuge and sympathy elsewhere.
I'm all sold out here.

(Artist unknown)