"Violence"

A splint and a splinter

Which will it be?

The harm I do to others

Must after follow to me

And the rules of existence

To chance, some we leave

Do you hate it like I do?

Do you climb the web you weave?

Eight legs of hypocrisy,

The shadows fell asleep

In place, I must have purpose,

Your touch I wish to keep

Each house I set to flame,

And the wolves wait to devour
My flesh if I let them near
The remains of every hour

But I know there is another

Though it hurts to cut and bleed

To satisfy whatever
Creates a darker need,

How many times have I told you?
I'm terrified by your silence
There is another answer
Yet I answer still with violence.