Tragedy Of What Is

Life feels fearsome
When it's right there
The smell of it
Feeds my soul
I know the battle
With the sharp teeth
My scar tissue is deep
Yet there is hunger

I want the blaze of fire
Battle for existence
I don't wish to go softly
Into the night
I want to feel
The struggle
I want to bleed
Into existence

I have the heart

Of warrior
Hamstrung by duty
And honor
I want to flex my muscles
And break the strings
Of resistance
I am domesticated
In loves embrace