February 23, 2012

Sharp Instrument

He wields it like a broadsword, and with a pompous pride. Assumes he has a moral right to have it by his side. He worships all it stands for, a simple devotee, and if it hurts and causes pain – it’s not his fault you see.

The Beast

It lives inside, surviving at my expense. Parasitic, it takes nourishment from my hope and will. Emancipation cowers under its viscous fog. Though weak when it slumbers, it rests where it is safe

Crisis

I am host to a siege carried out in my mind
I feel like the hostage and captor combined
I’ve been taken over by fragments empowered
I want to comply but I act like a coward