Acedia
Fateful design seeks an
Answer divine
And yet that answer shows itself not
And so the fire,
Burns with desire,
And threatens to char us all.
Hatred- the rage that burns inside
Fulfillment- the purpose,
The truth
Tension coiled;
Our flesh starts to boil,
As we find that there is no release.
Desperate searching,
Our breathing now lurching,
Collapsing beneath our full weight.
Sorrow- too stoic to realize it’s there
Ecstasy- now faded,
still fleeting
Bottled beneath
And gnashing our teeth
We tear at ourselves to release
Bleeding profuse,
We fail to diffuse,
And bottled-up emotions shall stay.
Love- gone and replaced with lust-stained
despair
Longing- alas, it remains,
Still pertains
“Can’t you see my empty shell forlorn?
Blackening inside of my affliction?”
-Ronnie Nyman of Nightrage
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