Thoughts Of the Night
Who am I
to stay this blind?
To retreat to this ignorance?
This sinful fortress of bliss?
We travel bound in chains;
Exchanging our affairs
within the sanctity of the light.
However, come nightfall,
we are undone by our very doings...
We question intentions of the other.
We lie and fight through clenched teeth
with our consciences and voice of the right
with lies of honey and frosted deceit ...
My heart is entranced
by our red string of fate;
By the thought of divine intervention...
But this...
This moat of fallen tears overflows.
It diminishes any contingency for another.
Is this the goal?
The center of your gruesome crusade...
Let me be enlightened,
So I may lay these scattered ponderings to rest...