Peace:
My demons chasing me again
My peace gone
My hope unfounded
My lies catching up with me
My protector nowhere to be found
Never to be found
Never to be recovered
Never again to be remembered
Never to be avenged
Never to be cared for
If I sing this song of wanton cruelty
If this cry be made words
If this art of pain is seen
If in nakedness I stand before one so mighty
If I impart to be nothing
Darkness overshadows all
Darkness is my enemy
Darkness as my ally
In quietness I speak, shattering all that hears
In brokenness I find my bitterness
In agony my strength
Fear speaks these words of ice
Fear holds my peace captive
Fear mocks
Fear knows my heart
Fear will someday be no more
To slay this foe that follows
To begin to understand
To hold onto my loves
To keep myself from my foe
To hold up my head and know
Peace is nothing but a riddle that philosophers came up with to mock those without.