What in reality drove through the night,
Adorned in the emptiness of domination,
Disrespect and casualness amidst a life of incompleteness,
Slyly seeking to assert its dominion?
A satanic attack, a demonic attempt,
A demented effort to control and influence,
A foul breathe to extinguish,
A sour voice to cajole,
False pity aimed towards destruction.
Unaware of one’s self, unable to fulfill,
The need to scratch with claws comes natural.
The inability to love stifles within brokenness,
The selfishness of being unable to embrace forces shallow companions,
The wrath and the hate hides behind timid behavior,
Inevitably exploding when sensing something deeper.
All the time living a deceived life of religion,
Devoid of the slightest hint of prayer.
Unable to sleep, prowling about,
As one who has just turned from tigress.