Understanding Emotion

I have seen the three “faces” of life.
They exist in shards of life.
Within the shadows of humanity.
And the joys of insanity…
My short life,
Experience is gathered in vast quantities,
Rings that are entire books.
To see death as normality…
Something is wrong.
 
Understanding concepts unknown,
Hating while loving,
Lusting for destruction,
Selling the soul to destroy kin,
We have the will and rage for it all,
And to do the same thing ten times over.
We rival with those thousands of years past,
Waiting for the 'End of Days',
Getting closer and closer,
Death is coming upon the world now.
If the harpy comes down upon the crows,
Will we notice even if the hour strikes thirteen,
And with our infinite potentials,
So turn back time to do the same thing over again?
 
As it is in our efforts to save ourselves,
More of us are falling down the pit,
While thousands continue to scrabble back up,
Like rats in a barrel,
Or an army of ants with too few soldiers left to sacrifice.
We all fall and die eventually.
Are we destined to all go to our ancestors,
Never to live again as human,
A tumultuous end fit only for dishonor,
Do we want to end it all,
Waiting for disaster to make its final strike?

ISA