Steam over snow
Melting away my dust
Vapor over crystal
I’m desperate to become,
Killing everyone
Fucking away the pain
Just won’t cut it
And I can’t even run,
Smile and a kiss
Without a worry for once
I’m still waiting
I’m still too numb,
Blood over snow
Lounging in my wreckage
Anger over fear
And the damage was done.
Not like this,
Not frozen in my hate,
Please, just a kiss,
I’ve waited for too long,
Please,
I’m so sorry,
I’m ready to move on.
The savage half that lurks
Within the sensitive little child.
The rabid ravenous wolf
That hungers for revenge.
The blinding red rage,
Demanding fresh sacrifice.
The violent satisfaction
Of devouring any threat.
Any perceived aggression
Like a beckoning full-moon,
Distorting the human form
Into malevolent mutation.
A child’s broken heart
Like the inner bleeding soul,
Nailed in and buried
Under cruelty’s creation.
The ferocity of retribution,
Destroying enemies and friends.
Offenders of the self,
Worthy offerings for the fiend.
Survival of the fittest
Gratifying primal urges,
The fear of being touched
And suffering more pain.
The extent of Justice
Limited by selfishness or fortune.
As is the extent of Love
limited by hate or the void.
The tyrant, to me more despicable
Than emptiness, the more strong.
Rage breeds destruction
As the quiet breeds death.
Nations, values, and ideals
Live or die by chance.
Time devours all there is
Noble, wicked, or in-between.
Hollow hearts crave sensation
As the sick and dying crave life.
The disimpassioned mistrust love
Misery, ever the more reliable.
Conquest or chaos seem like
Solace to the dispirited.
Surely anything is better
Than dwelling on empty chasms.
If chance dictates love
I can play it win or lose.
If purpose is a pipe-dream
I can revel in fantasy.
If ignorance is bliss
Then sadness is the more profound.
If life is pain
I’ll take it over nothing.
