Fade into Obscurity

Make the bad fade into obscurity
through shear willpower,
second-by-second,
hour-by-hour;
with grinding teeth
and gripping nails
that shriek on stone,
that make chalkboards pale;
forcing it to happen,
for the mountain to push back
with every ounce of muscle
and strength not to lack;
crushing the head
of the serpent that hisses
while making the lone protagonist,
survivor to be granted wishes;
and all of it happening
under the same false guise
in the land of unobtainable,
the mind's dreamscape, the non-surprise.

The Malignant Infection

Inventing the sickness
while convincing others
until they convince
one another,
they beliieve your fall
under the illness,
the guise under which
you couldn't be fulfilled less.
You stand in the corner
preaching your sadness,
a sick game in which you sickly
find superior gladness.
Soon enough they all
fawn over your soul,
you poor little thing,
you hideous little troll.
The game you play
is safe enough
until the fantasy becomes real
as it becomes too rough
and the last tear for you
is finally shed
only by your own eye
on your own deathbed.

Idolatry

It blinds you to reality.
It clouds your clear vision.
It strips you of your freedom,
in exchange, to be imprisoned.
It preaches happiness
only to take, to strip.
It grabs you by the seams
and immediately begins to rip.
It can take a good
and turn it on its head
until it becomes
better off dead.
It can cover itself
under the guise of usefulness.
Its power to do this
renders you powerless
until you raise up
to scream in its face,
to set it so far back
you can take your rightful place,
yet the courage that it takes
to stand up and say
what must be spoken
must take place after you pray
for if you ask the only
God that can save you
to lead you away from sin
He will always bring you through.
It just takes that first
bit of courage, leap of faith
and our Father, the Lord of lords,
will carry you away.