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.
Tag: lies
I am the Harbinger of Necrotic Tendencies
Certain words bring forth certain ideologies. Poisonous mixtures of cantankerous misanthropes. The needle and the thread. Sew back together the lost lives of the frolicking dead. A lost part of life. Retrieving a lost substance. An abusive relationship. Maintained through obsession. Depression is the recollection of masturbation. I am the harbinger of necrotic tendencies. The death within every breath you breathe. It is life I incinerate as the soul becomes disbursed. This is when she looks at me in her peculiar way. Behind her eyes. She thinks of me between her thighs. There are no lies. Within her cries. Only the blissful decadence of what lies within. Her hands and thoughts. Violently caressing me from within. The inner longings of her passion. Silently screaming to be heard. Wings of a feather. Words once remembered. Flying high within the night sky. Along with the raven’s word. Lingering on her warm breath to be heard. Amongst the cries hidden within the forest’s rotting trees. This is where we have hidden ourselves away from the world. Amongst the rot, the darkness, and the growth within the dying. This is our home. Within the rot and the darkness. This is where you and I belong.
The Most Pure
The love of one’s self, the acceptance of one’s inner light and inner darkness, the truthful acknowledgement of who, how, and what you are within your inner nature; this is the truest, most pure, and the only important kind of love, which can ever exist within one’s life. If you do not have an honest and truthful acceptance of your inner nature, down to the depths of your inner core; you will never find anything within this life, which will allow you to find any type of acceptance or contentment within yourself. No matter how many different distractions within your life you take part in; nothing will cease the tightening of the inner knot within your chest, which knows all of your masks, inner truths, secrets, and lies.
A Wide Distance
There is a spot within my heart, which will remain hollow and empty. The unknowing spot. The deep, hollow, empty, sinking spot. The unknowing spot, which birthed the plentiful knots and pains throughout my life. The unknowing spot, which birthed the inner convulsions, conversations, and contusions of self-hatred; spawning the actions of self-seeking. It seems I may have been born with it, or perhaps it was hollowed out early on in my life. I have sought to fill this spot with love throughout my entire lifetime; never finding a way to create any type of fulfillment within it. There is a living cycle within me; a seemingly never-ending cycle, which created a whirlpool of devastation within, and throughout my lifetime. I have opened myself wide, in hopes of another heart to embrace mine. I find there is no embrace, as I only hear a sigh, and see a turned back facing me. A wide distance; allowing me to see the true heart of another. This is how I have come to develop; unknowingly turning myself into the irony within my life: lusted after by many, loved by none. I cannot open myself up anymore, yet this is all my heart wants to do. My heart needs to be seen within the sunlight of the gods. My heart yearns to be heard within the ears of the angels; singing the Sun to sleep, awakening the Moon within a delicate aria. There are many exposures, which will allow you to sing within your lifetime. There are none so sweet and enchanting, as the exposure of your pure and gifted heart; allowing itself to sing, and to be known. The search within the journey of finding a heart like your own, will seem utterly hopeless: it very well might be. The only purpose in living life, is to give and receive love. When you live throughout your lifetime seeking this purpose and never finding it, this has the capacity to leave you feeling empty and frail, down deep into the depths of your soul. There are no limits to the emptiness, and the unfulfilling exposures, your soul and your heart will experience, during these transitional durations within your lifetime. Your frail and empty life may seem pointless and meaningless, within these overexposed times.
G.G. Kalfas 