beast of the mind

I long for peace, but silence deafens me, wars wage behind my eyes.

I let it consume me, the wild rage, yet a smile on my face.

As I dance with the intangible beast, I cannot decide who I despise.

Every word spoken on every sleepless night, whispering my slow demise.

I clench my fists, and the smile fades, leaving teardrops in its place.

I long for peace, but silence deafens me, wars wage behind my eyes.

It claws at my stomach and squeezes my lungs, growing in size.

I fight the urge to scream, knowing I may only rest in one's embrace.

As I dance with the intangible beast, I cannot decide who I despise.

I feel it in my chest, the wild rage in which I can no longer disguise,

I struggle, writhing to break free from the cage, of leather and of lace.

I long for peace, but the silence deafens me, wars wage behind my eyes.

It feels like a battle with no end in sight, but eventually I do realize,

War is a dance of balance, between light and dark, time and space.

As I dance with the intangible beast, I cannot decide who I despise.

The fog that clouds my rationale, may dissipate with Sun's rise.

But on the edge I’ll wait again, for that burning fire to plead its case.

I long for peace, but the silence deafens me, wars wage behind my eyes.

As I dance with the intangible beast, I cannot decide who I despise.