Raging Flames

The only thing separating us

from the primitive animals of whom we fear, 

are the minds we are equipped with.

They have the incentive and the intention 

of kindling the fire of our perceptions

 and igniting our thought,

which burns so angrily into each day

in order to maintain a harmony,

and to strive toward a truce.

However you use that flame for none of the aforementioned. 

You take the flame and you light a cigarette.

Drugs of

lust,

contempt,

greed,

envy,

pride,

indolence,

and gluttony,

rolled neatly in a piece of paper.

The same paper your signature used to reside.

A contract.

The contract.

Broken.