The Human Condition

THE HUMAN CONDITION DAY AFTER DAY MY MORTALITY COMES TO HAUNT ME MY SPIRIT FADES WHEN I LOOK BUT CANNOT SEE REFLECTION A TRIGGER PULL AWAY FROM AN UNFINISHED EPITAPH I’LL RIDE THE LIGHT UNTIL IT SHINES NO MORE I CURSE THE WAR THAT IS WAGED EVERYDAY WITHIN ME UNSEEN FORCES PUSHING AND PULLING AS IF TO TEST MY WILL I FIGHT MY DESIRE TO SHED MY DEMONS BECAUSE OF THE PAIN FEELINGS I KNOW I CAN INFLICT AND I KNOW MAY NEVER FADE WE CARRY THE WEIGHT OF EACH OF OUR WORLDS IT’S THE HUMAN CONDITION BARING THE BURDEN OF MY TORTURED SOUL AS ONE FINAL ACT OF CONTRITION MY HUMAN CONDITION