To Dance with Demons

The Solemn notion of the importance of appreciation steeps,
Pity, pity, pity, is that what we Have been relegated too?
Sitting on that high-And who is really running this show,
Or is it even of any real importance, Now is our time to go,
In peeps, the children Elate, the clay drops fall through,

"Lau Sam-Ho", of good Will and kind of heart, now in fear,
Why must those Of truth, hurt indefinitely due to examples?
Those who are examples fail, Lacking the perspective needed,
Make an instance and Forever drift further from whats real,
And if not, Flourish through the despair of dreaming on and on.

The Ghosts of the Ancestors

Drifting off to sleep, our dreams are safe,
That nausea comes back just as we close our eyes,
Down, Down, Down, into the depths of our soul,
Reaching out for the destination, it crawls away,
Submerging our hides in the liquidity of the dream,
Sticky and dark, perish we may, but not for us to tell,
Give of ourselves to take on the demons of correxion,

Running, ducking, leaping, killing.

This beast controls what we used to be to each other,
Many forms and functions, almost an ecosystem itself,
We cut and tear through pain the enemy has caused,
They are shadows of past transgressions come alive,
Slicing and ripping apart the skulls of the specter,
Claiming them as trophies, but the rest are angered,
Surrounded, we stand our ground and brace for attack,

Awakened by confrontation, its a snap back to reality?