It's controversial
Making the choice
Being strong through the pain
Or giving in to the urge
Wondering the impact
Wondering the deed
For this world is the
Mother of shadows
Mother of darkness
It spawns all evil and wrong
Wrongs we commit to another
And by opposing the
Mother of warmth
Mother of light
It spawns all that is good
Good we pass to another
Shall the future differ
If my life is no more
Shall the world differ
If my life was no more
Or shall my grave be deep and black,
Haunted by my unredeemed wrongs.
Or shall be grave be a place of yellow,
Met with my successes and achievements.
A part of myself;
buried deep into my thoughts;
Wonders if i have achieved,
If I have contributed to this dark world.
I am fading; I can feel myself aging,
Beyond crevices and grey, and the
Slow breath. Pockets filled with the stones
Of my wrongs; head filled with the
Reminders of failure, inadequacy.
It never rests, the darkest death;
And draws nearer. Firm and dark claws,
Clasping my thoughts in
The untouchables. Intents bolder, intents
Becoming darker; intents clearer.
