Chewing On Glass…

The gluttony of our consumerism
Is what makes us feel whole
Complete me, spending another worthless dollar
Give me the things that make me… me
Preying on your weakest moments
Insecurities of who I think I am
More, more, never a enough
The meaning of life… existence
Express myself for who I am
With my things, not my words, my actions
Who I am inside on sale this week only
Consume, consume, understand who I am
Is what I was meant to be
Praying to a god that doesn’t need me
Conditioned to want, to need these things
Excuse my excuses, while I burn
While I suffer so I can be free
Hypocritical and yet even still
I know what I do, and it feels nothing for you
Lost in my misery without getting more
Gluttonous, my religion is pain
Kneeling at the alter that is me
Reflecting my values on a dying planet
A smile fills my face, I have found my place
I am what I have always meant to be
The devil, this world my own personal hell