It is We

It is in pain that brilliance festers,

the mind numb to the distractions of happiness,

the drunken stupor that it causes

and the complacency it drags you towards. 

 

It is in suffering creativity lurks

away from the angels and their harp

away from stereotype and want

away from Cupid and his dart 

 

In solitude insanity crawls

Pulling you further through the void

Forcing confrontation with those truths

Whom most people never seek

 

In light the curse is shed

Lazy eyes stare staight ahead

Contentment without contempt

Beauty left to rot in the heat.

 

It is we whom embrace the dark

unknown footfalls on the edge

where not knowing is life and death

Running from all sanity and bliss.