I feel your despair

Seeping from your pores,

From your wounds,

Mixing with the filth on your skin.

I hear the terror

In your words,

In your voice,

Like a dirge floating

Down the aisle,

Cascading over the mourners,

Down the church steps,

Spilling into the street.

I smell death –

It’s in your hair,

On your clothes,

Steaming from your breath.

I see your apathy

Worn on your sleeve

Like an emblem,

Like a medal

Awarded for a deed

That wasn’t yours.

You revel in this woeful existence,

Feeding on people’s kindness,

Stealing their souls.

You bask in these flames,

Aglow in the destruction,

Warmed by your chaos.

You discard others’ love,

Their concern, their kindness.

You throw away all that you have,

Even though you hunger for everything,

And anything.

You are empty.

Broken.

Human.