Birth of an Ideal

Skies remain overcast with the decision,
Personal demons voice their satisfaction,
Internal turmoil, like the oceans of transition,
As I float on these winds of aggression,
Breathe down my throat your wretched breath,
And feel the coming of a violent death,
Your temporal spaces do not define,
The infinite vastness of my mind,
Holding me in a cage will not erase,
Nor would temptation forget my face,
Cutting my throat would never silence,
The words, the scream of my transcendance,
Behold, I bring the light from within,
Though darkness tries to permeate my skin,
And feel my silent thunder roll,
Between these closed eyes and my imprisoned soul,
For I seek not victory, I seek to be heard,
Watch the cancerous spread of my words,
Feel the throb of your failed mission,
Before the all-shattering sight of my vision,
The ideas that you sought to find,
now lay in my hands, enshrined,
And as you begin to walk away,
Stop, and smell the dawn of my new day...