Faceless Cruelty

Days and emotions blur; a churning conduit of sensation...blinding what's left of a fragile sanity. Blood drips in fading lines along the flesh, wounds reopened...the healing all in vain. This precious cruelty of thoughts...spinning a relentless madness, tearing away at a flickering spirit fighting to remain.

To peer within this endless void...some Thing peers back. It stalks its internal cage of black; clawed paw prints cutting lines of tireless frustration in its wake. There's an anticipation to its calculated movements. Slinking back and forth with focused embers, flickering dangerous intentions toward the unsuspecting prey.

Focused and silent, the ancient ambush predator will continue lying in wait. As the heavens shift from day to night, the faded memories of distant stars, dancing gently along a forgotten landscape.

Words trickle and sway, weaving through the catacombs behind this unfocused gaze as nimble fingers dance along black keys. Typing out the pain...allowing the poison to seep and fall away. But does it make a dent? Does it allow the venom to drain?

There's no rhythm within this mindless rhyme. Just words, sweeping along a ghostly screen. Does it mean anything?

*sighs*

I speak in poetic prose...hoping that some will understand my cryptic song. This long winded description of internal struggles; the bloodied remains of a beaten soul.

It's done. The battle with the Id. The fight raging so deep within. Why fight something you can't see? Knuckles bone white as I clutch the metaphorical blades... Crimson defiance dripping from the scars...a reminder of what I've survived. But there's nothing left to fight for. To be better then the ancient within? How terribly prideful...

There's no longer a difference between me and this living abyss. There never really was... A sad attempt at reaching toward a salvation...a higher level of purity. Trying to go beyond who...or I should say, What...I really am.

She Is Me, my eternal nemesis. The Beast and all her magnificent cruelty... Is just the Darker side of Me. And I think it's time I take a step a back and let her take the reigns.

And maybe...end this weakness of the brain. Let her devour these emotions... Let her Set Me Free.

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*smirks*

Gotta love creative expression.

-Anon-