Wthin Poem by Raziel Baptiste

Within whom, withing me,
There's a monster I see,
It dreams and believes
In taking what it seeks.
To search for nothing but want it all,
And still find time to destroy,
To never fall.

Within whom, is it me,
Am I this monstrous being?
Do I seek to define myself
With murder, hate, a bloody stream?
As my hate build on higher
And the time stand still,
like a trickle through the Mountain,
this can become something big.

Within me I see nothing,
it's empty,
No soul,
Just as I walk a hundred miles,
what I found was a hole.
what is it?
within me?
what is it I seek?
The more answer I find,
The more question be revealed.