The Wrong Thing For The Right Reason

Disoriented contempt purging underneath my skin
Cold breath crystallizing upon my lips
My friends are gone, overcome by all of their sin
Fire inside expanding down even into my fingertips

Eyelids bearing the weight of the burdens locked inside
Tempted forever to release the creature stowed away
Deep within lurking, writhing, bound, and tied
Eternally salivating, coveting its first prey

I can't explain why I'm such an easy going individual
It won't make sense when examined by a logical brain
The devastation and torment creeping are residual
Soon all will be consumed by the lightning, thunder, and rain

Energy is frugally compressed and lying dormant
Involuntarily positioned for optimization
The possible outcome minimally pain and torment
Most likely though, a regrettable absolute annihilation

The opposition's strongest attempts will prove futile
As weak as I will be I will, no doubt, prevail
My weakness is not what they see, it's my denial
I hope I will be able to stop before I fail

Faintly clinging to minute flickers of memories past
Battling through the densest transparencies ever seen
Time is now an inconceivable luxury with its shadow cast
Wits numb, instincts pure, reflexes ready, senses keen

The withholding of this much pain and anguish
Is much more than those I've known could withstand
But I use it to accomplish that which they will wish
I kept tight inside the grasps of my seasoned hand

My true strength can not be credited to me
Though I have yet to find an overall match to meet
With untapped divine power there's no telling what you'll see
But until that my morals still have yet to be beat

When this takes place in history I hope there is no one close by
No one that would have at some point meant something to me
They would not be able to accept what they see in their own eyes
They will be wishing and begging for it not to be

Through the fog and the thickness that surrounds all
My decision is made to act as I feel fit
Should they open their mouths and try to call
What's to become of the immoral once my fuse is lit?!