For a camera accident when the cadaver's eyelids quiver on the morgue bed

How do you tell evil from good
When you just can’t see the point
When it all feels misunderstood
And self is asked to disjoint
From the desires burning in its corpse
How do you pick a road
When all feel like means
To an end that comes too soon
Too close
Too heavy
How do you destroy the self
At the altar of an us
Born in the image of them
And vicodine-numb every last taste
For power
Lost in a sea of bodies
Shamefully drawn to yours
Only drawn in mine
Beating du-dum
Du-dum
Da-dum
When answers lost at birth
Become missing pieces to a jigsaw puzzle in the clouds
And what time spent in between,
Feels retrospect wasted
Copied and pasted
To fit into the puzzle that is you me and the rest of us, and sometimes them
Distilling hour-glass-sand-dunes
For what purpose no one knows
For the likes of us were taught
Very early on
That the self was something to be destroyed
At the altar that is he
Who if whispering little secrets
Is taking little notes
About matters of the flesh, yours and mine
And burning that figment
Drawn to your corpse – only drawn in mine.