The gracious emptity

Well, I've decided upon the three
main character-building vices:
how fast we eat desert,
the features we mimic, and our nightmares,
of course.

I shall elaborate on my thesis.

Greed either makes us fast or slow –
depending on the urge of saving up
or clawing up everything around us.

Either way, it is a spoil of a moment,
and if you take ice-cream, for example,
the sweet sweet agony of now,
sticky fingers or a colder chest –
it is what it is.

Next, a lean to a lean out of pity
never ends in an embrace,
or, take silence – it kills time in a slow
atrocious death. My advice would be,
do it quick, as your mother would do
back when she would hug
your father, sitting solemnly in his room,
thinking, this chair is a brink of the world.

Lastly, oh the gasp, the cold sweat
when you wake up and wonder,
if you talked in your sleep.
This is when you learn what night terror is, if yes:
all your nonsense,
unfinished matters, betrayed people
and that one indulge in an affair –
all come chasing that easing first breath
of morning dawn. Let's hope, you sleep alone,
but how could it be, there's always a black cat
purring out blasphemies on your chest.

Vices versa,
it could be.

Nah.