How easy it is to loose the grasp of peace

Reflections of one's own inner darkness at the ready to draw the beast

A single moment or word calls forth the compilation of it's minions

Although some can hide it well, man is often slave to it's turmoil

Feelings planted in a bitter soil, harboring the fragile workings of despair and disgust

And when you least expect, the darkness snaps it's itself through your seemingly peaceful barriers

Though you may find yourself biting at others, One does well to remember

Frustration's goal: is nothing but your own destruction.