Split Seconds of Violence

In moments of passion,
We lose who we are, our way,
We forsake our evolution,
And the beast slips it's chains
Mental commands are fired in all directions,
Except the very one which is in need,
And after the explosion of anger,
That someone is bleeding is a guarantee

Fury is our own greatest rival,
One only we can control,
And the effort expended in search of it,
Slowly but surely takes it's toll
We grow weaker and weaker,
As it rears it's head and sharpens it's teeth,
And in a split second of violence,
It becomes just what it needs and feeds

The aftermath is foreordained,
It can never be escaped,
All we can do is sadly move on,
And hope life gives us a new page
One split second of violence,
That is truly all it takes,
In that moment we are all lost,
Everyone, each of us, can break

jlp December9, 2009