I wonder if there is a time where I can graduate from this madness.
I can see it.
There is another step where there is no need for my anger and lust.
It is, and so I am. Perhaps it is beautiful and necessary here. This demon’s skin, maybe I asked for it.
But how can I look where I am, bringing all of this momentum to a halt?
It is not in my nature to stop thus. Cursed as I may be, I still have that one gift,
given from these eyes forever looking before me.
There is a silver world where I can better see all else.
There I may be an old man.
Nay, it may just be tomorrow,
if only I could want it, truly want that peace.
I swear I’d quit the demons if only I wanted.
There is a holy tension here, but the gift of science questions it all.
Technique and form,
My own flesh and and bones.
Blood can flow, or it can crash.
I sleep with the trees, I wonder if they feel the same.