There is love, there is life and there is everyone in between.
I could declare them for hours but you would never know what I mean.
I speak of prophesy, philosophy, a word from our futures.
I speak in attempts to mend broken sutures.
I am saturated with poise yet remarkablyinconsistent.
You could attempt a backlash but I always keep my distance.
I guard myself in a fortress, I am solid.
I gird myself with wisdom and ill-obtained knowledge.
I had a companion once who dealt death at my request.
Once I comprehended my madness it was some thing to digest.
That companion did herself in with a wave of my wrist.
How accomplished I felt to give fate such a twist.
Am I wretched? I think not compared to some.
Though I am compelled to rescind that statement when I think of the damage I've done.
It was necessary, I tell myself when the demons haunt me in the night.
Accepting my evil causes me no blight.
What have I to say, for my actions and my deeds?
I say when good is abundant: for evil there will always be a need.