The smell of cigarettes and alcohol on a sunny day when you’re hungover.

Homeless people living in the streets in freezing weather.

Underage girls selling their explicit pictures on the internet.

The news.

Why are we addicted to the horrors of this world?

The precautionary tales. The tragedies. The losses.

Who gave us the idea that it’s possible to prepare for an incident?

Even more ridiculous, to prevent it?

We feed off each other’s pain.

If there were no laws

No consequences

And each of us were given a physical possession in the name of a human being

Half of them would be dead.

Beaten. Bitten. Squeezed to death. Bruised. Murdered. Ripped apart

They would die at the hands of another out of pure curiosity and obsession to control.

All of us have a monster living inside of us.

It’s not ‘them’ against ‘us’.

It’s you and me. The system is you and me.

Because the monster always escapes.