Young Writers Society

Don't ask where this came from - I was trying to do my creative writing assignment, and all of a sudden, this came out of nowhere...

Faith in Humanity = Non-existent

People are bright, bright things 
that like to burn each other.
I say that like I’m an exception,
but I’ve burned my fair share.

I came into the world kicking and screaming.
Mother says I tried to crawl back in to her -
apparently, I was rather attached.
I got quiet real quick, though.
It was plainly evident that I was stuck here,
and no amount of pleading would send me back.

More’s the pity.

Later, I learned that not only was I stuck here,
here was hive of scum and villainy filled to the brim
With wretched people whose existence
disabused me of my belief in karma.
I quickly decided that humanity in general
Defied all logic of Darwin’s theory,
And retreated to the sanctuary well-known
By all scholars and fellow cynics.
My books keep me sane and out of prison.

Without them, homicide is entirely justifiable.

And so, I think, with that sarcastic eloquence I’ve cultivated,
That if heaven had a key, I’d steal it.
It’d be small, gold, and easy to hide,
the lock matching it in delicacy.
Soft chimes would sound as I reverently turned my hand,
sealing a treasured goal away forever.

And just like that, I’d lock us all out of heaven.