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Jul 2010
I feel it beating in me
Silencing my heart it’s emerging from the deep
Making its way from the core to my extremities
It’s trying to take control of my body
Suppressing it is my daily struggle

Where did this come from?
What planted the seed?
I didn’t do anything to create it
No reason for this uprising
Yet it shows no signs of subduing

Its voice most would call evil
It’s the so called devil within
Thought that it is cynical
Its ways have been deemed criminal
Its philosophy unethical
But that image must crumble

Where holding on too tight
When the grip is too tense
The content will explode
Where fighting it to hard
When cornered its stronger
We’ve gone too far too fast
Putting on an ever lasting charade
With no foundation everything fall’s apart

These chains intertwined
Trying to conserve self preservation
Struggling to improve the perfect
We have brought on our own demise

The night to this day is coming
The full moon is rising
The fight is intensifying
Exhausted I’m losing
Under the pressure reason is smashed
Chains are broken the human is out
Free to feel, to love, to hate, to rage
This freedom labeled insanity
Written by
Chris Landry
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