(easy street)

what's your vice?
everyone's got one.
everyone has a dark side
that needs to be
fed.
is it life
that throws us for a loop?
that takes us to the cleaner?
that bores us to
death?
this knife
i sharpened on the corns
and calluses
of my hands that one day had
bled.
but never again
i said, never again!
the steel in my skull
allows me to get
rest.
is it right?
how can it not be?
how can a god
who's always right be
wrong?