~The Beast Within~

Man's inhumanity to his own species
And perhaps more dreadful the power
Of the human mind to create a tailor made Hell for its owner
Can't thou not minister to a mind diseased
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow
Raze out the written troubles of the brain
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon the heart?
I have studied my own ash-gray eyes
In the glass and see the resignation
And the melancholy within their depths
They are ringed by the dark shadows
That come from many sleepless nights
My path leads me down a deserted road
Cloaked in the wavering pale shadows
Cruelties are of the spirit
Rather than the torture chamber
And therefore all the more dreadful
Silence weighs on me like a tombstone
Time and time again I have yearned
To lift its crushing weight from my conscience
Crimson in the pale shadows of dawn
My nightmares never go away
The greatest enemy we have to fear
Is the beast within, the savage lurking
In every human breast.
?Broken187Soul ?
Copyright 04-24-2017
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