An assassin lives within me
destroyer of faith
I kill in my cold blooded neutrality,
the reasons to love.
I kill the possibilities
that could have emerged
from the womb of eternal truth.
How easily I terminate
the promises that I made
to myself,
in selfish moments of lust.
I am cruel when I penetrate
my sharp sword into my victim.
Fully in my senses
and knowing very well
what will happen next
I throw away goodness
to embrace the evil.
Grappling with the questions
of right and wrong
I smother my morality.
I ravage the chastity of conscience
and bury it deep.
In such moments of frenzy,
I realise I am a killer
An assassin lives within me.
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