"inside us"

up in light, under cloud, over land, thru the sea,
one main form since age began, has always wandered free,
the cold heart, the dark eyes, the pale skin, teal,
our brother in the skies, our lord, savior, meal.

first relished as suit clad men, birds, giants,
fire-drawn chariots, rockets and boulder mounds,
many ages of them kept us in fear, in dread,
many lives spent wondering, spent until dead.

are they Gods made for our unmaking, our true birth?
are they shapes of devil, preying on weakness, mirth?
look deep in their dark slits, peer into the depths,
find you the true to answer, but not story, source.

made of our own fear, from our own hearts, grief,
spun from our own morals, hopes, and dreams alive,
woke from the fondest depth into insanity, safe,
in the hearts of men trained in killing, knowing greed.

as long as man sits bloody handed devouring flesh off bone,
creeps in the floating norms, values of our hearts, truth,
scaring us to death, pushing us to change our lives,
to begin a new from whence we wandered, to an end ripe.

inside us all chants their song, their call and prayers,
of our pains in life they know all too well, from same,
not phantoms, or demons, or kindred lost, but self,
trapped in a loop of fiery dance, of mirrored swallow.

to look unto men one can see the cold hearts of them,
to look unto the eyes one sees our own, clouded pitch,
to feel leather casing one only need caress our dead,
and so on and so forth, dreams form to substance, sour.

in them lies the answers to all queries we ask, for what?
things we know yet choose away, things we want yet avoid,
in their hearts lies our terrored memory, alone, afraid,
inside us they'll always remain, from us they are truly made.