prince charming

we have proudly arrived at the day when all the ends are justified by the means and a deep grave and a few eloquent words are all we need to bury the killing fields. self-indulgence and self-destruction converge at the place where integrity became too difficult. what is a man? broken promises? bruised wrists? the fleeting shadow by your side? is it this self-seeking, blood thirsty breed we see before us? back turned to those he loved, arms open to an ever elusive mistress, pupils dilated with lust. or have we forgotten what constitutes a man. meant to stand, meant to fight, meant to protect. but now we are all too busy looking for the cure for the pain we have caused. anything to purge that guilt that clings so tightly to our conscience. have no fear, apathy has rooted itself firmly in the void we swear is our heart. truth be told, i can't say i've felt it beat for anyone but me. we would stand up for what we believe in but we have conveniently lost all conviction. we have left our beloved brides searching for restoration in the wreckage that remains of the alter that we have no intention of putting back together. and we abandon our children to search for validation in a spineless and absent role model. since when did forever mean, "when it's easy for me?" and when did daddy become as offensive as profanity. sure boys will be boys if we never expect them to be men. this is where we need to draw the line. this will not be our legacy. we will look north and find our design. we will be what you deserve. we will be men.