Inner Wrestlings

Draped in Dicey Diamonds

On days of satisfaction I embrace the lights that illuminate our urban lifestyles

But on days of frustration I am capable of bending that light into fragile

reflections, which shed the truth amongst all creations

Because I'd love to compile a breed of hostile intellectuals

Who, I imagine, to fall on their knees begging for mercy from their own knowing

I am an ineffectual

Elitist.

Don't mistake my rage for power, as my power no longer exists

If you can believe it

If that's how you see it

This environment constructed and was destructive towards the continuation of my ego and I am clawing my way out of a pit

A time ago I was the terrorist of my own self worth, and now I torture the weak- minded to nourish the hole in me to finally be a whole

It's a vicious cycle of how low a being will go to reach a climax in time

The final stage is to reach self acceptance to show, low and behold

silence.

where tranquility will obliterate greed

and intelligence will revive the need to be free from everyone else's thinking,

Morality.