On the Outside Looking In

Pen to paper once again; As if I were God, I sit and watch myself struggle though this bitter brightness. I see each outcome clearly, they make only to appetize uncertainty. All that is innocent I scorn and in all that is filthy I thrive. I try to stop it but how can I when I am it? To the cruelty of life I contribute yet yearn for peace and tranquility. I was born from this hatred, denial and malice and to it I must return in the end. But for now I wish not to live as the thing I was and am to be.