There was a day that I watched my own essence split,
And two versions of myself dissected as they emerged
But the first version that was real split and disappeared.
I guess it couldn't live through my tremorous surge.

It was the same day my hands started to disobey,
They kept pulling on a love that wouldn't stay close.
They started acted like my heart was invincible.
They acted like my heart dwelled in a vacant ghost.

I learned the hard way that the eyes tell only lies.
Flipping all we see, even before it's actually observed.
I thought I knew the things that we all assume we know.
I thought I knew my own place on the face of earth.

Then I learned how the world actually curves wrong,
As if it's not a sphere at all, but rather con cave.
Like we were never outside, but inside the hollow.
Intentionally, the eyes fault our perception of shape.

There is a way that my heart has its own thoughts.
Then there's the way that my brain started feeling pain.
I know it by the way my body just begs and begs.
Until it gives up and I crash for the first time in days.

There was a day that I watched my own Essence split.
Two versions of myself dissected as they emerged.
But the first version that was real split and disappeared
This was the day I had to watch my reflection burn.

Or maybe he is me, but we don't want to be seen.
Maybe just buried my light a little too deep.
Maybe I am not filthy cause, no one is clean.
Maybe I'm the only one who is my enemy.

Maybe I was not found, cause I didn't need to be.
Maybe I am not bound just afraid of being free.
Maybe trying to **** my demons is slowly killing me,
Cause maybe I'm not the person that I didn't want to be.

I Am The CaveDweller

My soul is bound to the comfort of night.
I see peace in the eyes of those walking in light.
Why is mine a lonesome, misbegotten path?
Bound to my darkness, with blackness, my craft.
They see vividly what I see in smears.
I'd rather be Blind, never seen it more clear.

I Am The DeathEater

My path, criticized. My love, mistaken.
My truths, demonized. My intentions, forsaken.
I exist in my very own questionable ways.
Is what they may say. But yet, either way,
They have failed to explain such a lack in my soul,
The obligation to judge someone's ways, or my own.

I Am The DreamKeeper

I only doubt the meta-space where I belong.
At any given time, my intention is not wrong.
Why am I undeserving of the blessing of eyes,
Capable of enjoying this dreadful paradise?
Designed in a way to be loved in its allure.
Yet my reality holds a truth morbid and obscure.

I am The FleshKiller

My outward darkness veils a radiant light.
For under the skin, I am truly alive.
Aware of the truths, of the infinite "you",
The finite "you" hides from others, and you.
I criticize my flesh as if I’m it's maker.
I'm ashamed of this life. But I'm not a LifeTaker.

I Am The LightBringer

The allure of light is heartbreaking.
As I remain in my statuette state of polarity,
I will only dream of me belonging.
It remains and sustains, acceptance and peace.
Yet for me, they remain just out of my reach.
I die by the hour while soaking in bleach.

I Am The FatePainter

I'm a sinful sonnet, a broken poem within.
With my creative means to my own creative end.
The TruthCraving LieBreaker, known as my head.
Screaming “This is the end. You'll never begin again..."
Yet I face another canvas, this in mind, for my sake.
Every stroke I can make, paints my darkest mistakes.

I Am The MindShaper

Limited possibilities of existence make me numb.
I understand every start brings a darker outcome.
Is there really no promise, of existential peace?
Can a bright soul, entrapped, ever be set free?
I only question form, from within this faulted case.
In metaphysical space, I've been put in my place.

I Am The EndSeeker

I cannot obtain, what I have never seen.
To live and show love is to live a true me.
I'm a creature of creation, On this abysmal planet.
I'll orbit the sun, I will suffer, then I'll vanish.
I float above the black. Trapped below the white.
****** hands washed with tears, as I carve out my light.

♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦

We have many selves;
there’s the real self and the others behind the masque.
The real self gets pushed aside,
When our alter ego doesn’t want to hide.

Out comes the good girl, Rambo, and the billionaire,
Into the darkness hides shame and despair.
There’s also superwoman, the tech-wizz, and social entrepreneurs,
A shy kid dogged by not enough hides his cares,
Cos if they wore their hearts on their sleeves
They’d get beaten up and find no reprieve.

Is this the way we want to live?
Hiding out, these pressures not wanting to give.
They’re our protective armour in ourselves,
Wanting fame and fortune is not where our true future dwells.

We keep on this armour
because it’s become part of us,
We need to release these selves and
know we’re good enough.

It’s not an instant switch, like the internet promises,
But a slow journey of taking off the personas,
And being ok, with who we are,
reconciling what we say.

Let the little voice deep within,
Look to him, who knew no sin.
Cry out, let him in, and be redeemed.
Re-birthed, and on a journey of being restored.