violence bitten

 
as I rise facing jeering smiles
sadness quiets and withdraws
and paints her best clown face on

wicked is the way
hidden in the merry lie
happiness doesn't meet me in the darkness
I must alter for that to happen

still, it is not happiness it is mirth
and I become cruel
perhaps I conceal and withdraw too much
but I've learned revenge doesn't suit me

when I strike I do with such a force
it turns it's bite on me when the frenzy ends
and the night still hungers

then I feed it like a suckling babe, my soul
it grows spikes and wanders looking for it's siblings I've birthed
growling children with longing eyes

misfits of the dawn
truest sembleance of the foundations
when darkness exacted vengeance on his own likeness
and chaos was born of violence