It's been a year.

It's been a year of;
Intense pain and immense strain.
Perky days and burning blaze.
Inky skies and victims' cries.

Time will wash all this,
Eyes spill lost promise.

Strolling on the rocky beaches
ailing as my body reaches
falling pieces. Salty breezes
stinging as this body freezes.

Seated in those frosty sand
fleeted in the solace and
olive tanned, glossy land
said, "give your flossy hand"

Walking in those winter rains  
talking about our inner pains
which pertains. Blister veins
oozing out those sinner drains.

I am the new divine
Aten, I rise and shine.
My thoughts were rattling
dangerous and I was battling
the odds. I have overcome
the big battle of the asylum.
Things change as well as the water
under the bridge, and the slaughter
of my demons isn't hard anymore.
I am stronger than ever before.

I have never had you before,
for I was always shy of actuality.
But how did you find your way to me,
my dear brother? What was the need?
I feel at your mercy now, and I cannot
breath without your consent. My loathe
for you has only increased. I detest your
presence in me. I dislike you, my brother.

I feel like a malnourished scapegoat with a parasite
inside, and tell me when you are done, my brother.
Tell me when you are done brother, as I have my
life to live along, and few lessons to be learned and
a few accolades to be earned. No pulse for you
my yearned poor core, for you are burned at will.
My dear yearn, even if you make me abhorrent, I am
always at command. I've conquered you, my brother.