Evil Conscience

At a party he sits
People are placed all around
Laughing, cheering, mucking around
Such a positive atmosphere
But at the table with mates a boy sits
Physically he has hidden it well
But as he and his mates play cards
There is something evil playing upon him
He knows what his friend did
And I suppose when you think about it, it really wasn�t that bad
But it meant the world to this boy, this young man
And his friend violated every thought of it

His corrupted violated conscience speaks to him
And his good and bad morality system wage war upon the battlefield of his mind

Things run through my head at a pace unseen
Thoughts and pictures of things that the mind cannot show the heart
For the heart is evil, and if the mind is also evil, cursed is the one who falls prey to such a body controlled by both powers.

I sit here
And thoughts come, un-provoked or produced
If a knife where laying on that table I wouldn�t hesitate
It would be all over you like foam off soap
And your exhale would be blood

These thoughts should not exist
It is scary!
I am frightened and concerned at these thoughts

Burdened because I know that if a tiny tick were to touch my control center
It would explode
And a lunatic rage would be outlayed over your body in a true demonic fashion

O how I hate you!
My mind thinks of torturing you and my heart agrees spurring it on
�Yes yes, brilliant� and in more thirst cries out again �More. More!�

But I cannot say a word
And I cannot think it, even though I do
I just sit there, across the table tempted
But I HAVE to sit there
And listen to the talking, breathing, creature I hate

Reviews

[justjenn_2u]

This poem shows self control. Self control is hard to have and I can see that you must have this characteristic. I enjoyed reading!

[Sara Muschweck]

Wonderful write, the conversation that the character has with himself over the feelings of hatred, and anger are descriptive, and alive with the words.