Termites Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

We can't be alone
because we can't handle
our own thoughts and sins.
They will slowly eat us away
like a termite to a block of wood.
We are termites feasting on
this world with an unquenchable
taste for its destruction.
We're nuclear bombs splitting
the atoms that surround us,
turning lives into rubble.
We do it all to grow in size
surrounding ourselves with as
much matter as we can afford.
We melt the world we mine
to build a new extravagance
that seems original and artistic.
We can turn death into art and
life into pages of tragedy.
We can also write comedic scenes
among fine foods and beverages
to destroy reputations and self esteem.
We build egos bigger than any
ancient world wonder with wonder
on why we do this as we pull
out swords from victims backs.
We have a gigantic addiction
towards malice that is worse
than any drug fiend that
drugs have produced.
Will this ever end?
Probably not, at least not before
we end everything in sight.