IN THE MIRROR

I can see the tears welling up in my eyes

They cry so often

Softening my resolve

Every obstacle an un-solved mystery

Constantly repeating history

Joy stealers lurk

Studying contention

Holding hate conventions

Spreading dissension and lies

With transparent alibis

And wicked eyes

They will destroy everything in their path and laugh at you

Regardless of all the good you do

Their heart is black towards you

Is there a place I can run to

Where the wicked can't come to?

Not on this plane

Where light hides behind the darkness

And watch as it flourishes

Mourning its demise

With swollen bloodshot eyes... 

-Moshia' Pen