The sinister darkness that lurks behind thought
Its weapon, the very water of you it clenches
The sticky darkness that divides multifold
Tentacles masquerading as common traits
The greed you feel is not your ambition, no sir
Covetousness wrapped in faux freedom of desire
Wanting to eat, engulf, possess-deep in your depths
The very tentacles of fear, distorted even more
of disappearing if there is nothing possessed
The envy you feel is not inspiration, no sir
Pangs in your heart & chest
Masquerading as fuel to 'do' in the world
The very tentacles of fear, separating you from all
Violence in its mildest hues
though not mild at all, within you.
