The Skew Poem by Coughy Kid

Why do we skew
Everything good and true
When everything is here for us

Why do we trade
A love unpaid
For a path of contempt and vain

Is it for a moment
That we lose reason
For small satisfaction

A satisfaction run dry
Till it has no meaning
From its original purpose

Skewed and twisted
By the very beings
It was created for

Justifying its change
To destroy the spirit of guilt
Within us

Afraid of our twisted creation
Yet, falling into it
So easily

Slipping into its trip
Becoming numb
To its absurdity

Confused and blinded
By everything
We can see

It's so sad

Can't wish it away
Always there
The skew