The Evil


the evil thrums through my veins
reverberates in my skull
invigorating muscles
electrifying senses
inciting riots of the mind
throwing open doors to pathways
previously unmentioned and as yet untraveled
it flows, a blazing river of hate,
anger,
and fear
smashing hindrances aside
eating from the inside
terrorizing on the outside
destroying, defiling, denying
I know it hates me
the evil
like a deadly disease
a pestilence incurable
rotting away my thoughts
it hates me
I have no power against it
it lives within me
the vigilent fight is lost
screaming, wailing, screeching
tearing at my core
in my heart
my soul consumed with it
it feeds on my horror
there is nothing I can do about it
awash on the shores of my own failure
succumbing, falling, collapsing
things that I do not want to do
devastating me, torturing me
I am no longer who I want to be
the evil has overcome my resistance
toppled the tower of my will
no longer able to hold up beneath the burden
it seeps through the cracks in the shields of my spirit
my barriers break
my walls crumble

This poem had been in the works for years before it finally got polished off and posted. It's about falling and failing, and giving in to some kind of evil.

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