Leaders of Ourselves

Considering Beyond these walls that surrounds this fragile shell
 In the midst of reoccurring past
 Thoughts of the future that is running always
 Having no time
To never stop to rest the blisters of the inevitable fear of ahead
Shelter the poor from their own tears
Wicked are also with smear
Walking heavily With the blood and stains tainted on their skin
Show mercy withheld these thoughts
 Demon strive and aim to pull the trigger
 Death feels like peace
 The noise whirling steadily  is screaming "You are very near "
This evil is real it is in them
In me
 They who live to torment
They who live to bring grief
They who live to bring pain and suffering
Sigh and utter of a punish lifetime
 To be grateful and ignore the factors of affliction
Too  much to endure
Too much to face
Darkness isn't a cover
It's the image of our ways..