Who am I?

by: dark wolf

 

"Who am I?" asks the man with the cold, glass stare.

A man forever at conflict with you.

 

A soul that struggles endlessly to breathe,

to taste the same air as your own.

good ... evil

rage ... calm

 

If I am one, then you are opposed.

Why must this war go on,

forever raged ... fought ... bloodied?

 

Is our blood not the same?

Does it not flow through our veins?

 

Where I am humble in my deeds,

you take great pride in showing that you’re superior.

 

Where I control my desires,

you actively seek to acquire yours.

 

I only take that which is needed.

You hoard all that you can touch,

at the expense of others.

 

Where I show kindness love and tolerance,

you only display contempt, envy and hate.

 

Where I forgive a betrayal,

you only fester the wounds.

 

Where I love this life I have,

you only wish of it to end swiftly

... at the point of a knife.

 

Where I overcome my fears,

you hide in shadows and quiver,

too afraid to draw the blade

and end the story.

 

Why must you battle against me?

Why must this war go on,

fought to a stale mate?

 

The man merely listens. Then mirrored lips reply,

"Because, I am you and I always shall remain"

 

 

Welcome To My Soul

by dark wolf

 

Welcome to my soul,

a gray and tortured thing.

Balanced on a razors edge,

Over the 2 deep pits,

that are the soul’s domain.

 

To my left, the obsidian pit of darkness.

A dark and foul place,

where all the sins of man reside... 

waiting to be reborn.

 

A place that would consume my soul whole,

If ever, I should miss step

On this razors edge.

 

But also a place of warmth,

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offers freedom from all restraint.

Offers a place,

where no sin can exist.

 

For how can a place so dark,

condemn anything as evil?

To my right, a pit of pure light

of goodness,

of human decency.

 

No evil can exist here.

For there is not shadow there,

for it to grow in.

But also a place of harsh judgments,

Of unwavering and ever watching eyes.

 

A place of such purity...

That my soul would burn to but the smallest speck,

Should my foot waver and lead me to it's side.

 

So instead... here I am.

Balanced between one oblivion,

and the very next.

 

Walking this sharp road,

towards a place on the distant horizon.

A place of tranquility...

A place of balance...

A place, that I fear I will never reach...

but a place, that I will forever strive to go.

 

Blindly placing one foot in front of the other,

ever walking towards that place...

Along this razors edge.

 

As countless angels and Countless devils,

try to push me to my death...

as I walk this razors edge.

 

My skin burns, as each fiery blow lands

and my mind aches,

as shockwaves ripple across it's surface.

Each bringing it’s own feeling,

it’s own sensation,

it’s own... little blade of raw emotion.

 

Each ripple, tearing through my soul

and I feel my strength slipping,

ebbing,

slowly fading with each passing second.

 

And the horizon,

my destination...

that distant place that I try to reach,

grows never closer.

Always just within reach,

but never truly obtained

and remaining forever distant,

as I walk this razors edge

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