Wasting away in a wasteland of turmoil
Between a ceaseless rage that threatens to boil
Over and burn away and rampage against everything in sight,
And a passion unyielding that refuses to budge in the face of might.

And they’re killing me.
I don’t know what decisions and thoughts are right or wrong anymore.
Blinded, I cannot see,
And these incisions and plots on my body don’t deliver the answers I’m looking for.

I’m dying, rotting from within, consumed by the demons that whisper so sweetly in my cranium.

A walking corpse that refuses to fall into peaceful slumber by a desire to rise higher than Elysium.

Colliding emotions jar my focus, and I’m not sure whether it’s greed or ambition,
Whether it’s right or wrong,
All I know is that eventually,
Either I will emerge victorious,
Or remain a shallow corpse.