Eternal battle between the raw and refined.
Doth beast slay sage?
Will his purest rage
Overcome the logical mind?
Inside they bide their time too well
But soon they clash
In wars that last
Within my bitter hell.
And with his claw he makes his mark
Drawing sacred blood.
Soon pain will flood
My indecision in the dark.
'Oh please' I say and beg the sage
'For the love of death
Please use your breath
To color me so beige.
Kill whatever beast is left
And free me from this cage.'
Oh god don't let him touch and tempt me
In his subtle ways.
He sets my soul ablaze
In hopes to make me empty...