Abalom Sil

I’m terrified of a man…
Who finds great solace 
In the darkness and violence of the world.

He relishes in the embrace of warm languid shadows
That surround macabre instances of suffering.

In some ways…
He has a great love
For all of humanity,
When he can watch them tear each other apart.

He’s an engine,
driven by a dark rage,
Welded together through fire and pain,
With mechanical growl of a thousand thousand screaming souls,
Linked like the atoms in the chain reaction from a nuclear warhead.

I fear the apathy that radiates from this man.
The chaotic aura of misanthropy and need for human contact
That fights for supremacy in his broken heart.

I fear he will consume me.
I fear becoming him.
It would be so easy…
So comfortable…

This man dwells at the center of my heart,
Buried in all I have fought to embody,
But I can never be rid of him, 
I don’t think anyone can…