CONFRONTATION

I've tried to cure my own devious thoughts with poison

Instead I've...

Inflamed a wrath of evil, cut from the same agony that resides within the tyrannic Ego

I've planted a seed of destruction that grew beyond the conception of my intention

I'm in the mists of railing choices that emit certain consequences that are heading my direction

Therefore, fate is nothing more than my middle name, as I've found comfort in it

The knowing that, that which I've created has come back to bite me, a taste of my own medicine, prescribed by my lack of adherence to karma

For the truth I've known to be fitted within the troubling choices I've took, is the only anchor I'm tied to.

My misery is guarded by self-judgement

With the intention of keeping me confined within the premises of guilt

I'm hunted by my own creation of thoughts

As they inherit the very same agony I've tried to bury

A self-inflicted tradegy is what awaits for me by the surface of surrow

A dawn of darkness emerges

Fear becomes the new light, blinding me from self-mastery

I'm abstained from peace, whilst resenting chaos

I'm in direct contact with my own moral contradiction

How compelling it must be, to feel trapped by freedom

That which you haven't experienced before is nothing more than a disease that's killing your spirit to grow

Part of myself is attached to being stuck in a cage, as it was the only thing I've reasoned to be the cause of my failure

Without acknowledgement that before I've could've been put in a cage, I should've convicted myself of a crime that only remains to be served due to my ignorance.