I know
How I seem at times
Timid
And dissipated
In my own mind.
.
I know
How I think at times
Obsessed with
Phrases and Rhymes,
Chanting hymns
And channeling lights,
Seeking truth within the words
And inbetween the lines.
.
Affirming and deific
With a fleeting charm.
.
I know
How I feel at times
Distressed and barren
Locked away
From the touch of light.
.
I know
How I love at times
Presumptuous and valiant
Ferocious like a predator
In the wild.
.
I am a beast
Among the
So called
Civilised men of modern times.
.
A diabolical mind
Assuming it shines
Presuming its wise
By mocking the world
As it reformed itself
With its refined vice.
.
I am not any better than
The rest,
Although,
I had been to the summit,
Only to descend and to be consumed
By the dreadful abyss,
Presumably dealt.
.
The grace of who I am
Will be bestowed upon
The one
Who is strangling with pleas,
Who acknowledges
The shadow
That triumphs in
Our inert debriefs.
// The infernal mind.
By Euphoric Psyche
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