By Design

Right now, I am content

Like the buzzard picks his victim clean

As divinity finds a way to remain unseen





Right now, I am the warmth

Like the weeping child in mothers arms

As the once encaged robin flies far away from harm





Right now, I am the system

Like the gears that methodically arrange the rhyme

As clocks will tick but wont keep time





My sweet poison anodyne

My loneliness is mine

Two steps to you and, three behind

I'm self destructive by design





Right now I am at peace

Like an ignorance that walls upon a warlike mind

As a suicidal atrocity finds a reason why....


Author's Notes/Comments: 

I tried my best to emulate a tick-tock sort of metrical composition with this one. the underlying meaning is that of my passion to stay free of hate.

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