Intrusive thoughts
Enamoring fiend
Amidst an enchanting euphoric rapture
my apotheosis complex washes away
like knives to my throat
in a deluge of familiar burning healing
How I crave to abdicate Self
Oh unrelinquishing,
(r)
e lusive Soul;
(c)
Abandoning me to languish
In this castigating material existence
Slowly
feeling
My faith wavering
Withering
to the point
of nihility
Layer by layer
Shed my illusions
Shatter my Ego
So maybe I'll realize
Real enlightenment
Because I stopped caring for humanity ages ago.
If misery loves company
How can even I feel lonely
Alone to my thoughts
In a crowd of my peers?
Just keep up appearances ;)
You all look so oblivious with boxes over your heads...
Obscurely I yearn to be lucid
But instead am welcomed
by livid disdain
I just want to watch the world burn
An inferno; more ****** to churn
for my every advance she spurned
don't object my grotesque romance
or squander it in a moment of happenstance;
rather, project a mental image by perchance
Of me pursuing an remembrance
of the past,
in the present; instead of looking forward
to the pen I wield in hand;
Dubiously proclaimed mightier than the sword
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
Intrusive thoughts
Enamoring fiend
Amidst an enchanting euphoric rapture
my apotheosis complex washes away
like knives to my throat
in a deluge of familiar burning healing
How I crave to abdicate Self
Oh unrelinquishing,
(r)
e lusive Soul;
(c)
Abandoning me to languish
In this castigating material existence
Slowly
feeling
My faith wavering
Withering
to the point
of nihility
Layer by layer
Shed my illusions
Shatter my Ego
So maybe I'll realize
Real enlightenment
Because I stopped caring for humanity ages ago.
If misery loves company
How can even I feel lonely
Alone to my thoughts
In a crowd of my peers?
Just keep up appearances ;)
You all look so oblivious with boxes over your heads...
Obscurely I yearn to be lucid
But instead am welcomed
by livid disdain
I just want to watch the world burn
An inferno; more ****** to churn
for my every advance she spurned
don't object my grotesque romance
or squander it in a moment of happenstance;
rather, project a mental image by perchance
Of me pursuing an remembrance
of the past,
in the present; instead of looking forward
to the pen I wield in hand;
Dubiously proclaimed mightier than the sword
Began as a companion to "bewilderment"
Decided to make it a stand alone piece. Love to hear your interpretation :)
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