Violated Agony

A Poem by L.G.Matthews

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VIOLATED AGONY

So bring now forth, the trial of the sane,
Of the disbeliever of the night, who claws, bites, and maims,
I address you now, before your torture will soon start,
So you may know the truth behind your callous, and still-beating heart
Your kind knows great injustice, just as millions before you,
As you revel within a dark trial, a sentence overdue.
You are surrounded by the shadows of men,
Being judged in a trial where there is no sacred “amen”
Spilling profane blood fated to decorate this place,
A mural of the forgotten, of the scarred, burned face,
In a space with nowhere to run, and with no darkness to hide,
With no way to ignore the silence undenied,
Being spurned by your existence, mutated trust you have betrayed,
Feeling doubtful where it chills the most, aches of violence now dismayed.
Betraying the trust of the lover most fair,
Exiles your soul to the damnation of despair,
The values you hold high are not without their thorns,
The morals you cling to are not without their scorns.
Which aren’t even hidden, you’re just too blind to understand,
Why you feel the tingle of barbed suffocation instead of another’s hand.
For cruelty bears a human mind,
And fear holds close a human child,
Hate has a face so true and defined,
So sorrow is the most often smiled.
Sloth contains a human will,
Pride acts as a sword and shield,
Wrath bears our need to kill,
Lust for murder is constantly concealed.
Envy uses our mortal blades,
Care is a fly to be crushed under feet,
Artistry loves their scarlet shades,
For weakness results in the mortal’s defeat.
Insanity wears the human skin,
Regret does use a human hand,
Anger’s heart is a cage locked by sin,
For divinity is a poison to understand.
Temptation is a forsaken mime,
Acceptance is a poisoned gift,
Losing is a forbidden crime,
For victory must be lethal and swift.
Paranoia is a forgotten need,
Suicide is an embrace from death,
Affection is a gorge of greed,
“Healing” is the same as a loss of breath.
Revenge is as sweet as a finely aged wine,
Violence is as beautiful as a harlot’s old dress,
Bloodshed is as present as the human design,
Mercy is the killer of true success.
Hesitation is a blindfold that the sane do wear,
Terror is a war cry, singing a hoary voice,
Comfort is a noose, breathing throes of their despair,
War is a daylight’s game, for the night to rejoice.
Worship is a fool’s seduction,
Solitude is a crowd of silence,
Religion is as reason’s destruction,
Alienation is an ingredient in violence.
Humanity holds a virus of man,
Humility breathes a sickness of pride,
Resentment, like greed, takes all that it can,
Retaliation is the cure to the midnight denied,
Forgiveness bears the same face as surrender,
Discrimination loves dearly as a mother and son,
Malice fights the same war as a soldier,
And giving thanks always seeks to brandish a gun.
Grief is a bull so bred to fight,
With complacence as its matador,
Resignation is key and gate to the night,
Yet love dresses as a rosy w***e.
These sins are not enacted by the horrid human race,
But they are every mind, every breath and every face,
You do not run from sin, as you don’t run from you,
You only run from what is right, and what is known as true.