11:59:59 - 12:00:00 -- passion that lurks
The darkest path, large and brash.
Seeming smooth till it reaches through with the harshest wrath.
Sparking fast... lurking like the pain,
inside the brain, frantically finding veins.
Despite the focus the tide will change.
Inside the locus of life, the hope isn't right.
Oceans of fright, explosions of emotional blight
controlling the plight, a moment in time...
The destination vaguely noticed, then frozen insight.
Maybe opened the next gate, preying over the templates,
of normalcy and dead-weight. Forced to breathe the temptations.
She awoke with the feet of ghosts, breathing slow,
as the demons she provoked were leaving no trace.
Speaking perforated, when even she chose faith.
The evening was cold -wait-, she needed her own space,
to let her soul break from the demonic advance.
The problem enhanced, danced in an ominous trance.
Conglomerates of the bottomless depths, followed her steps,
spinning the web for the capture, within her inner vision
the image consisted of limitless vivid laughter.
Minutes after, she awoke, she provoked
diminished rapture- even though-she's spinning faster,
leaving no trace, of the demon's possession.
Evil progressed within and controlled Faith...
her soul-shakes.
A darker path, sparked and flashed
allowing Faith to see, how proud they made believe
a cloud of plagues, diseased around the graves of each lost.
A breached trust, a weak cost for her deep lust-for-evil.
Destructive, lethal, disgusting, -people were much too feeble.
She submitted to the minions of infinity,
In minutes-she became a citizen of the flame,
the synthesis of the pain, and nemesis of the ways of God.
When minutes ago she wasn't kicking below the surface.
Intimate, close, with him and the hatred, she faced it;
-the purpose, she tasted, the Earth flipped and caved-in,
any trace of love, she faced above and erased it.
So abrasive, the power was contagious;
devoured the cowardice and the brave-less.
Then she was awakened
...created again; the brightest illumination extended,
her human face was reflected and used her greatness and strength
and it soon became suggested she knew the way it would end.
But she fought, exhausted and distraught:
and the plot thickened and caught visions of lost insanity,
and supremacy.
An awful enemy... Faith thought she'd never be,
made the cause of wrecking peace, and thought it'd never cease...
"I can't believe you came, are you insane?
I need the change, release the chains; the beast it made,
me sustain an evil rage. I didn't breath the same,
oxygen, I breathed the hate, my speech became
demonic.
An astonishing release of phonics and honest defeat.
So please remain, along the side of me today,
I know God has promised me a way, as long I can refrain
from the frequent pain, that creeps my veins."
The scene; it changed. The minion reigned.
Any who competed, retreated or were quickly slain.
Faith was eternally possessed, internally infected,
by the subversive neglect of the person respected;
the most. The evil within her rejected utopia.
Invested in the perpetual rogue, that never revoked.
Evil is within us,
the fight is only seconds in length.
And as evil is with us,
Take pride in your acceptance and thanks.
Because in the second it takes,
to fasten the hurt,
you'll become the consecutive prey
of the passion that lurks.