How restless we are,

This piece is focused on a darker side of consciousness; the dark, hidden parts of our mind, if you will. How each and every one of us will indulge this area but eventually return to reality. 532

How restless we are,
How obsessed,
How vain.

A miserable
Group we are.
We hate

Ourselves and others.
We are war
And death.

Poison courses through
Our veins like
Champagne.

Pain and pleasure find
Common ground
With us.

Master of none, yet
Some of all
Save I;

Lonely isolate
Seeking a
Refuge.

Banish me like they
Did before;
Hate me.

I am a disease;
A pox to
This house.

Clandestine souls, feast.
Your brother
Dies slow.

Author's Note

Notice how in each stanza, the syllables for the lines are 5, 3, and 2. I focused on that rather than rhyme.