Celebrating the darkness
That falls most imperfectly
Conjuring the dead that awake in my mind
Slashing with their little knifes impaling me
causing violent seizures and foaming out of my eyes
like a devil spawn I cry
helpless.. I cry
being forced to commit to their ways
becoming one
one of those things people fear
with acid like substance I shoot from my eyes
I use it as a weapon
fighting against them while enumerating
1...2...3...4
counting furthermore
shifting the balance
devouring them like a plague
a sickness like cancer
converting the darkness into light
intertwining the two making another world
another world..I still live in today.
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