Bite me

were the words that i cast from my mouth, sinking the mental teeth of my rage within the ties that knot me and my enemy

I no longer will allow you to keep me captive
tortured
endlessly musing you

I hold my head, circling my temples

every single day
for months and months
why you
why must it be you

Pacing my minds pavement, tracking down my ever speeding train of thought

I want you gone, out of this becoming

Silenced from this world and banned from it's premises
A force of corruption in lust with my demise
Evil in choice but so meek in the human eye

I challenge your character
We are just beginning

Rested petals on the pondering pond, rippling many waves anew,
As the sun peels back the color of the pond, and the heat did a dance,
Within the pond, a new restoration calms the mind of mother nature.

Sending wind into the world, a breath of air branching all around, the flowers mingle and send away their children, time blesses the world with the golden hour.

In charge of the towering army of many, the stallion leads the family of lions. Zebras, elephants, they all came with fury, towards the platinum steed, the amplifier of the sun.

Human kind, constructs of complexity, an alien race formed of the gaping surplex within the eye of the universe, aligned along the seven suns and eleven moons, forming a path into the embodiment of sin, rejection of the Almigonium, Omni Imperium.

Path paved on the poor pervasion of pleasure, and now we exist, many horrors and miracles. Soon, solidified in the many signs of Almigo omni, inscribed in the all truth, the end

Painful is the feeling I experience when I hear the songs you left me with.

I heard someone laugh the same laugh that you did...and I felt my heart sink.

I often ponder you, wondering why I ponder you, but to no avail, I've yet to gain that answer.

It's the bite of bitter experience that I sink before; what did I do to need to go through such trivial...*******?

That's a repetitive thought that dances through my mind.

I sometimes wonder if I am blind, or if maybe I've gone crazy, but lately, I feel like I've been simply trying to decode this puzzle our scenario has placed on my heart.

I'm no longer looking for closure; it was never promised. I am looking for detachment, because I feel less human the more I'm reminded of your existence.

I hope, somehow, this is something I will laugh at in the future.

In the silence, behind the darkened void, I still; alone.

Even the man with the least layers can be served the heaviest burden.
Willow may the tears stream, a puddle for every pound of pressure. The world is weakened by the seams that men produced and sewn it in.
A catalyst formed to start the war within the men who bore the fate, a fate formed from existing here, a tragic tale that crept to take.
A star-bound mind filled full of worlds, corrupted by the heart of I, the human soul; a dogged gift.
A will to live until complete.
The burden is a punishment, i'd never dare to wish nor seek.

Imagine you've cut a cake five or six times, each slice having the same color, however, a different shade.

Now replace the cake with sides of oneself.
Now Replace oneself with Me; I am that cake.

The me that is of a higher mind, which I consider my conscious.
I have a side of me that only manifests when drunk.
A side of me that only manifests when high.
The me who is sober.
The me that represents my thinking.
And then there is him, Malum.

The darkest slice of the cake. He lurks, spectating, snickering...planning.
He's the voice in my head that wishes I were dead...so that he could swallow my vessel and turn it into his own.

He and I have a contract; I am to control and maintain my body, so long as I never been put into a full-on life-or-death position, or I am not mentally sacrificial.

I've witnessed potential realities in which he had control...and it's terrifying.

I hope he never gets out.
I am not afraid to fight, because I fear failure; I am afraid of Malum and what he will do. He is not human...and he definitely doesn't fight for humanity.

He is the me that wanted the world to burn...and he still does. He has no empathy, no sympathy, and he craves destruction. He's calculated, analytical, and he lacks love. He is pure evil...and he is waiting.

He is waiting for me to die.
So that he can swallow me alive, and turn the world upside down.

Settle,
I want you to calm down
As there are things to provoke you

Still,
No need to turn blue
You're enough as is

my,
How passionate you are
What a beauty, a star

Soft-spoken,
To speak in a whisper
I hear your melodies

Heart,
Please don't fall into the temptations
They want to see you dead