whisperingquill

Bleeding Acceptance of Desiderata Disintegration

I understand what you see
my atrium beats on the outside
I will let you scratch it stab it
rip it burn it with all of your
insecurities I can take it.

My void my universe
is the thrill of even trying
my Hades is the acceptance
a paradox if you will,

I don\'t have inner demons
I have divine stupidity
I have a crown of self doubt
I fly a banner of false existence
that is shredded tattered
and torn.

I am ugly I am beauty
I am a light in your darkness
I am everything you fear
I am the shadow in your dying breath
I am the death in your rising light,

I am to bad to be true
I\'m too good to be seen
I am the bane of your hope
I am my own punishment
I am allowed only if I show hate
I am forbidden if i exude love.

I hate that I have to lie
I love that I can be fake
I fear being myself.

My worst truth is
that I don\'t care,

my best lie is that
I pretend that I do
and they believe.

Yet they remain close
so far away from I.

Where is self?

It\'s flying the
rara-avis birthright
of error by trial.

Of non existence by truth
Of collective harmony by lie.