unfinished, untitled...understood

a pitch black horizon looms
from the summit of coldest ice
in a world that no longer cares
dealing hurt by roll of the dice

it sees nothing
it feels no love
a heart so dark
pierced from above
the crowd stares
deep entranced
by random violence
so distanced

the masses offer no resistance
feeling consigned to random fate
a flash of light rips their souls
peace torn away, replacement: hate

i question why--------------(i cannot love
were we born this way----i can only hate?)
or is it a choice
we all make someday?

- undated

to the asylum