The Hunt

within a driving beat, I lose myself
let my focus on the world, go
and slip away into the mist

into the grey places that exist
where morality is subjective
varying from person to person

seeking to encourage only my light
realizing this isn't realistic
as television glorifies heinous acts
while saying what a pity
but sits and eats regurgitating the carnage nonetheless

so I decide I'm going to be myself
with honor in my blood, I no longer mind being odd
I'm not an educated horse meant to be ridden in the ground

making a stand I defend my thoughts
I will encourage the best of me
and when I slip into the dark so be it

God does also

the equation adds up
we are the products of the sum of His parts
without his jealousy over me
I would think he wasn't impressed by me

He provokes the best and the worst from me
leaving me to decide how I feel
taking record of my milestones I continue to evolve as a companion

I can no longer claim I'm green
a suckling of the host
my ardor runs deep

I fiend for the hunt but I won't relent
chaste of vision, until as a vampire I must feed or die