• I feel my soul twisted as I sit
    letting all hell break loose around me
    my once silent soul
    now screams release
    It wreches and changes before me but so unoticable
    I feel no different

    But slowly the changes make themselves clear
    as my rage becomes greater and my thoughts darker
    I despise my leaders
    wish i could kill
    the ways of death are no longer subtle
    in my mind
    but dark yet loud wishing to be made reality
    The darkness in my soul slowly outwieghs the light
    but i still rebel against myself
    what of others are they all the same?

    Do the thieves, crooks and murderers fight against thier weak light
    or do they continuosly try to strengthen it
    do the saints, priests and holymen, laywers, and politicians fight harshly against even shadows or do they live in both?