They will beat you and eat you, but only if you allow them to. Who are, “they” you ask? They, are the ones, who want to see you die. They are the ones, who want to see you laying bloodied and bruised 6 feet under. They are the ones who claim to be liberated, but in actuality they are corrupted mentally and emotionally. There is no cure for those who are diseased within the spirit and mind. Only you and I can defeat these diseased fucks.
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A Specific Type of Healing
This is exactly how they will know me; associating that specific type of pain, anger, and hostility towards me when I am in their sights. This is what my presence conjures within the others, when they feel the presence of my body energy field. I am the raw truth, which the others have sought within their ignorantly bred and fed lives. I am the ever present dark reflecting mirror within their begrudging realities. This is why their inner pain, anger, and hostility, become surfaced within my presence. I am the remedy they have sought, as their disease will not allow for a specific type of healing to take place. This is the way of the herd mentality; the circular path the sheeple walk upon. Their blinders hinder their sights; never allowing them to see what else exists beyond their imagination. I am what exists beyond the imagination. I am the truth; the hardest truth to face.
A Passionate Embrace Within the Nothingness
Nestled deeply underneath the crusted layers. Tightly woven in between the soft tissue. Covering the organism’s exoskeleton. Devouring itself from the inside out. Thoroughly maintaining equilibrium. Maintaining true authenticity. It keeps me safe at night. Warm. Protected. Secure. Hiding away from the world. Keeping my authenticity safely hidden. My secret endeavor. My secret life’s work. I am invisible. No one can find me. No one will ever be able to find me. Hiding in plain sight. I need to hide myself more often. I desperately need to protect myself away from those thoughts. All I want is to be left alone and loved at the same time. I want to hide myself away and be seen all at the same time. I am fucked up in this curious way. I will tightly bind and nestle myself into my own womb. My secret chrysalis. I will transform into what I was meant to be. Strong. The urge to KILL burdens my shoulders. If I was given the opportunity to get away with it. There would be no hesitation. NONE. This is why I hide myself away. I know I would thoroughly enjoy it. I would cum all over myself. This is why I hide myself away from the world. I enjoy the smell of necrosis. How many people do you know who could admit that? I hide myself in the deepest and darkest corners of my room. I want to shrink myself, so I can hide more efficiently. Delicately. Compartmentalized efficiency. Necrotic compartmentalized efficiency disorder. I want to be invisible to myself. I will never have to see myself ever again. Each time I look into the mirror I look different. Slightly unrecognizable. I am afraid one day a stranger will appear in front of me. I will be the stranger I see in the mirror. A pleasant surprise. A chance to meet new people. A chance to meet myself. Another part of me. The real me. A hidden part of me. Or simply another delusion contained within me. Is there a difference? I am the difference. The difference between the surface and the subterranean. All of the internal personalities I have become acquainted with during the time I have spent here. Friends for life. Best friends forever. Long lost friends. A passionate embrace within the nothingness. A varied necrotic compartmentalized deficiency disorder. I will keep me safe and protected from myself, and from this necrotic world I currently inhabit. The defiled world I seem to thrive in. I am my only hope. I hope I can count on myself. I better make myself count. This is the only hope I have for any type of mental peace. Who am I kidding? You?
Necrotic Whispers
It is as delicate and solitary, as the night is dark and indulgent. My mind. You have prodded at it enough. Callused membrane. Futility exists, when trying to comprehend its contents. There is no use to indulge yourself within the realms of honesty and purity. There are no thoughts for you to reflect upon, or to bathe within. The sweet sad notes of your voice; lingering and tingling within the shards of broken glass you swallowed. There is no future here for you to dwell within. There only exists the past of consecrated misfortunes and prior devastations, which will only know your broken words and thoughts, for your consideration. The tingling of shattered nerves, seem to scratch and itch within themselves. Ready to ignite the soulmates and the soul’s fates. You were speaking empty words, with a native tongue, within the singularity of tempting the masses. Your people. Sweating and wetting upon your unguarded fleshy mind. A doormat for strangers to walk over. Welcome. Come on in. Make yourself at home. The song within your beaten heart, will never be sung nor heard. The stinging within your words, will forever linger upon your dripping tongue. Another shattered and lathered bedtime story. Waiting for me to tuck you in; tucking you back into your coma. Time flies when you are unconscious, as this is the best way to travel. Dead weight as carry-on luggage. Dead weight for others to carry-on. An inconsideration you will always consider. I can hear your necrotic whispers in my ears. You thought they would sound sexy in my ears. My ears have heard it all.
Dark Auras
Sifting within the glistening sin. Hands bound without a sound. Disdain for the profound and profane. There is nothing else sweeter than the putrid embrace of your pain. Release the deceased living from within. Bury the dead with the rest of the words, which have already been said. A new Aeon arrives, as it can see thorough your illusory disguise. Embrace the dark aura of wilted indolence, as this will be the only way you will find your internal independence. Words can be enchanting, but your Death can be more hypnotic. Yet, life has a way of becoming lost within one’s created chaotic. A Dark Aura, is a gift from the Universal. Unfortunately, many of the others, treat life as though it was some type of preparational rehearsal. I can assure you; it is not. This is it. This is all you have, as this is all you are, within this brief moment of your life. If it gets better, or if it gets worse; it is solely up to you. Now fuck off.
The Dancing Thoughts Within One’s Mind
Letting go of a circumstance physically, could be considered much easier than mentally letting go of the same circumstance. The dancing thoughts within one’s mind, can seem to stomp on, and stick around for the entire duration of one’s short lifespan. It can be difficult at specific times within one’s life, to fully understand the experiences and circumstances within one’s life, had absolutely nothing to do with them. The external world will usually leave the remnants of what it has to provide for you, whether you consider these remnants good or bad, throughout the duration of your lifespan. I have always seen these remnants as neutral occurrences, as the surrounding external circumstances and experiences know nothing of what one may consider to be good or bad, as the external is strictly subjective in nature.
I find it interesting how another will personalize the circumstances and situations within external world, and also personalize the circumstances and situations, which may be occurring within another’s life. When another is undergoing some type of life transition, it is a good idea to observe, but to never get involved. When one personalizes the experiences of another, this denotes a self-centeredness and a self-important closedminded paradigm. Another’s life experience has nothing to do with you. If it did, you would more than likely be experiencing the same circumstances. It is important to release this unhealthy type of self-centered thought process from your body energy field. By personalizing another’s circumstance and experience, you are in actuality drawing that specific type of energy and frequency upon you and your body energy field. The mind is a mental frequency, which can change its vibrational pattern and frequency at any given moment; with or without your permission. Think of your body energy field as a protective armor; keep that in which you do not want to entering it out, and allowing that in which you are in harmony with to absorb onto you. One’s inner harmony is achieved when the frequencies and vibrations within one’s body energy field are working in alignment with one another.
G.G. Kalfas 