I understand, these things
I understand the bomb that ticks
I understand rage in disguise
I see it in the face and eyes
I understand the well of hate
The boiling pools that won't abate
I understand the lack of faith
The loss of hope haunts like a wraith
I understand why people kill
Themselves or others, I see it well.
These blinders, now, have been removed
When nothing that you say or do
Can touch another's heart within
Descend into the dark of men
Just emptiness inside.
I see it all inside of me
Though all is loss, still empathy
remains . . .
like poison in the veins.