Shame

i bring a sword down on my shame
it laughs at such a shameful display
it gets away without a scratch
and shows me the finger with a great laugh

i chase it down, ready to kill
but it just gets away and still
i try my best but don’t succeed
why’s my life such a comedy?

my shame, it taunts me endlessly
like my torture is it’s treasury
it stabs me with insane desires
like putting me in something dire

oh, will it just go on like this
for as long as earth still spins?
or is there a stop to this cursed theatre
something to make the world a bit sweeter?