Habitual Hostilities Poem by Vision Ghost

I feel like my mind, is locked tight up in a sphere
Tell me the point, and we can move on from here
Doesn't make sense, when we keep coming back
Always lost in the mist, when we're under attack

Doesn’t take long, for it all to change to this again
A debacle of two hearts, locked in perpetual distain
The facial picture, brings the rage of words so cruel
The ground I walk on is the fire, and you’re the fuel

So how could we ever see the light, of a dark tunnel?
When we slam the door shut, leaving us so infernal
Back to where ever we started, like a ground hog war
Always finding words to hurt; left battered and sore

Like a concerto, with the same lines over and over
Finding weeds in the grass, and a three leaf clover
So much for useful, when we just keep on derailing
No matter where we come from, the aim is failing

If we had the pistols at dawn, we’d miss or miss fire
Haven’t a clue what’s happened, to love and desire
Putting my fingers in the sockets, to shake up the dust
I feel like a machine, that’s long since gone to rust

So maybe I should reinvent this myself, yet again
But you’re the oil to my emotion, despite the vain
Seemingly turn over the soil, but only find stones
Sleep in separates beds, as also on separate thrones

Forever the past be the place, of my hearts dwelling
And the fury enthuse, and my veins to start swelling
So my dispositions are so over ridden, and bleeding
Can’t hold it in my fingers, as my hands are trembling

Keep digging down in the hopes, I find the other side
Of my world around me, foams away life, like cyanide
Shudder at the prospect, of anything less than totality
I cannot live like this in, a world of habitual hostility