A poem, untitled

[Zodiac X]

The scariest things in the world are the things you can see,
Monsters, Demons and mankind's atrocity.

Guardians of Nature and Destroyers of all roam free and remain at large,
just who do you think is really in charge?

The spectre of death is everywhere in our space and trapped in time,
endlessly we all walk this thin black line.

Freedom and peace an illusion shrouded by ghastly visions of wars and hell,
chances are we are not doing so well.

A Leviathan rises from the sea time and time again,
when will this nightmare finally come to an end?

Between a nightmare and a dream lies my cursed reality,
when good and evil battle it is the innocent that suffer don't they see?

How much more must I lose to pointless strife,
all I have left is my small life.

My soul is burned with radioactive flame,
but there is no one to blame.

I will die and nothing will change,
the world will remain the same and its monsters will still be filled with rage.