RMC

Weak am I
in the flesh I fail to fail
my basic instinct
hides but beckons I sail.

Desire for me
is as strong as a pull can be,
underneath beauty
there is a beast.

Summon my despair
and I shall wallow in tears,
that soak as if rain
and stab as if spears.

I call to my myself
to make everything okay.
The day is of tumult
and I have to find its logic.

What purpose am I
but to serve and perserve
the remnants of my soul
left after the inner dark is done?

The darkness is around,
and what joy am I to conceive
of its being why it’s there
I don’t believe so I hide my face.

Eyes pointed down,
a life wasted am I for I am shamed
but I get up every day
intact and battle ready I try steady.

I still dream
though darkness walks about
like a lions insatiable hunger
under me I roar viciously.

The injustices that exist
are weight and anxieties manifest,
to weigh my fate
and my judgment test.

I am mortal and I’ve
seen this game before many times.
I am mortal and pure of heart
most of the time I have a spine.

I shall not deny my
inner need for satisfaction
that hungers for sustained
chemical reactions.