Two World Of Avarice, One Of Violence, One Of Fear Poem by Dustin Ross

I can believe that my sanity lies in abandoning all that I have perfected,
Two worlds are warring in side me, killing all that their is,
Trying to find new hiding spots to flee to,
Two worlds are warring both sides are losing,
I swallow my pride and struggle forward always failing and falling to avarice,
Avarice’s always ruling, causing nothing more that pain refined and loathing,
Violence makes all that is desired and all that isn’t,
All memories collide and become violent conflicts,
In the two worlds we are the ruler and the slave of our own soul,
When the two world become unearthed we are unafraid to die,
We wish now to be forgiven but there is non who will,
As the worlds rise for one last final conflict we feel the moment coming,
We play with fire but have no desire to become burnt,
You can’t believe all that I have done wrong in my life,
Whit out even trying I’ve lived on the edge of a knife,
I can see the loathing in people’s eyes,
Worlds mark this moment whit brutality,
When ever one arises both go to destroy the last flame of hope,
They command you to rise and fearing the world,
Go take me away remove the fear from my eyes,
You saved me before but now in new circumstances you enslave,
You were a fake messiah, now you’re a prison of my own making,
You mark me, only reason we still walk is for others,
There is no fear for ones self, only the fear for others,
There are those who would see me dead,
The idea of infection is one of the things that keeps your eyes watching,
Enraged we have no control we begin to morph into primal,
The fear in their eyes when the curtains fall, is unknown,
We look at what we have done only know realizing the horrors,
Horrors that mock us as we relive memories that we thought we good,
They take away our freedom, calling us alive, just to mock us
Only now do we realize that they can take that witch we can not find,
They try to sanctify the hate to use it for the better,
But there is no good left, that witch we can not find, now that u are inside,
There is intoxications that no one knew was their,
It is into intoxicating that makes us fall from grace,

copyrights 2008: Dustin J. Ross