Bang I see the fire blazing red, Feel the sense of dread I smell the burning, Feel the yearning.

Bang. I see the light fill the night, Feel the blight. I hear the cries; Feel their demise

Bang I see the sadness in their eyes, Feel their pain within my brain, My ears burn from the vibrations, Too many sensations, All I can feel is frustrations.

Bang. All you see is the pretty lights, Filling up the starless nights. Bang. All you see is the blaze, Staring at it with a look of amaze.

Bang But All I can see is the tragedy, It makes me question the morality. How can you care so little about the world around you..? Have you forgotten that we are animals too?

All I ask is that you perhaps...restrain, From causing so much pain. For such little gain.

Bang.Bang.Bang.

Are we completely unaware? A species so lost in time, Stuck in an endless game; where all we can do is take, Whilst praying we don’t make another mistake.

Perhaps we care more about our hair. We bicker and fight, It’s like a blight. When does it end? Maybe when we ascend ?

I think you should sit in your chair. We will never ascend whilst the planet bleeds, It’s littered with your misdeeds. You don’t get to leave this place behind. Are you blind?

That would be completely unfair. Maybe once we look within, We can really begin. So take a second, have a look around. Where can your morals be found?

You see, it is in the darkest of night, That it seems to reach its height When the hustle of everyday life begins to quiets, Another realm begins to riot.

You see, you can’t ignore them forever, No matter how clever - the whispers always sneak in.

You see, it is not silence I seek, I welcome the peak. The guidance, the hand that points, It’s something unique.

Unique to me. Unique to you. Unique to any who prove true.

I sat there completely blank, my mind nothing but a void filled with possibilities, who am I? I sit for hours pondering this question, and for someone to just outright ask me! Blasphemy! No one but a complete stranger non the less. I have no idea who I am. I am lost, broken, searching for something to keep me going, a little hint of what I might find solice in. I am no one, no one but a monster in the darkness, feeding off your doubt, feeding off your fear, the whisper in your ear, telling you to do wrong. So “who are you?” This strange little creature asks me, and I can do nothing but shed a tear and keep walking.

When you truely look at yourself, what do you see ? Do you feel at home when you stare at your reflection ? Or does it play in your mind, more like an infection?

Tell me what’s in your eyes, And before you try to tell me more lies, Take a look at your reflection, does it pass the inspection ?

You see, it’s all eyes on you, Everybody’s put you under review. Next moves on you.

I sit and ponder Whilst having a brief wander, What are your intentions?

Everybody watches you, Feeling like they are under review. Hanging on every word you say, But the more you say, The more my morals hold me at bay.

When I was searching for answers, I thought you could be an enhancer. But then I realised your nothing but a product of your time.

Warped with stubbornness, Yet somehow, still rudderless. I know you mean well, But your no true patell.

Time and time again, I see these emotions in people. The all encompassing, all powerful, all consuming.

It affects our leaders, Our governments, Our people. The core emotions for true power. But what is the point in power, when all you do is take?

The world has nothing left to give. Yet we continue to take, as if it is our right.

Let me tell you. It is not our right, We are not even in the right.

A species so lost in time, so out of touch. Yet we pretend to be so smart. Arrogance.

That is all it is. We lust for what we cannot have, we take what we want by force. We rip and we tear. We scream and we cry.

And when there is nothing left, who do we blame? It’s his fault, it’s her fault. People turning on one another, pointing fingers. Arguing.

Meanwhile the earth weeps, It’s rivers run with the blood of those we took from. The sky cry’s. The animal dies.

And what do we do? We sit and we blame. We sit and continue to take. We sit and point at the tragedies we create.

All while the earth sits and waits, The stillness of the air, Of the earth, Stagnant with distaste. As it sits and it waits.

No matter how far you go, You can never escape me.

I am the salt in the ocean, The knot in your belly. The sting in your eyes, The weight on your heart.

I don’t discriminate; You can be rich, You can be poor, You can be black, You can be white. It won’t matter to me.

I am the pain you feel, Both physically and mentally, The embodiment of your emotions. The element you create.

You can run, You can hide, You can bottle me up, It won’t matter. I will always find you in the end

I could’ve done better. I sit and ponder where I went wrong. I could’ve done better, so why didn’t I? The simplest answer is because I didn’t think.

So what is thinking, I ask myself ? So many questions spinning around my head. I toss and turn, Searching for an answer, everyday.

I ask myself; why didn’t I think? I don’t know. My mind is fogged, clouded with pain. The pain that no one else sees. No one else believes. So if no one believes the pain is real, no one knows why I didn’t do better.

Time and time again, I go backwards and forwards in my mind; thinking of everything and nothing simultaneously. The stress of life ramps up, that mental pain, turns to physical pain. Yet no one knows the pain is real. So why aren’t I doing better ?