Poem.

A poem born of conscious streaming.

A highly metaphorical poem.

Poem about self destruction.

Trapped in a moment of rock-bottom.

By not dealing with things right away, we only hurt ourselves more….

Wickedness sits seemingly long in the tooth, but all comes to an end in due time.

So many people fight against the world when the real enemy hides behind their eyes.

Its about the self destruction.

Some people will always push their luck and try your patience in the process. When someone you know is hell-bent on self destruction, there is little you can do. Most times it’s all we can do to save ourselves, let alone someone who seemingly doesn’t want to be saved.