Internal Battle Ranges Up To War Complexity

Resentful altercations with one self ignites a burning flare of remorse The deconstruction of character further unfolds uneven balance The contrast between internalized grieve and the departure of pain Evokes a sudden urge to retreat back to its survival instinct, which is to label the world without a threat to such a soul commodity I keep within. At peace with conflict. How ironic is it that chaos is televised for misconception The one thing we fear the most, Death, brings about balance, Even at a spiritual level. In the mists of confusion, my mind surrenders to faith, an ephemeral dialogue with my polar fate. How have I gotten this far yet still have nothing to show for it? For the footsteps I walk in seem like a recycled karmic event The destination at hand seems oblivious because of my ignorance, yet have I not put my fear before my will, will then I come out victorious, for what is victory worth without the discovery of self-abundance. A journey one embarks on, without evident reason of making it Driven by the embodiment of failure. A distorted empty space, has me stuck in a state of distress, for how I wander in my own space of comfort in vain The very same darkness I've prisoned for so long, has me held captive in its time of sentence For I've convicted myself safe, yet only to have been hunting my own self In search of duality within my resemblance, with two opposing realities held stranded to the far ends of their faculty. A tragic revelation of a dangerous mind, With an uttered tone of recognized blasphemy in between it's course of vengeance. Detained from outer expression of its consequence It's unaccountable defection furthermore proceeds to breed Nevertheless the words that echo in its rage of confinement bleed internal War.