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.
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Create Your Own Salvation
What is it exactly, which seems normal to you? Your scattered thoughts? Your mumbled words? The short breaths you seem to choke upon, on a daily basis? No; none of this would be considered normal. Hell, you and I have always been far removed from anything, which would be considered normal. This is why you must create your own salvation within your very own thought process. The others, who are very much basic within their thoughts, words, and deeds, all seem to be oozing propaganda from their thoughts. I have to wipe it off from my boots most of the time when I walk past them. This is why I try not to walk past them. This is why I have nothing to do with them. This is why I have never trusted them. How can one trust, that in which will betray themselves, let alone betray another within the blink of a thought? This is why distance is so important. Distance allows one to see the forest and the trees at the same time. Distance allows one to maintain the integrity of their thought process. Distance is what allows you and I to maintain our heritage within the corruption of another’s distortion. I have seen it so many times; false ideologies being indoctrinated upon the weak-minded. These weak-minded sheeple have absolutely no idea what they are getting themselves into, or out of. They seem to enjoy, and take pride in swimming in the cesspool of diseased lies. You and I know better than to fall or believe any of the nonsense, which is spewed from the lips and tongue of the control machine. If one does not know what to think, another will happily provide their thoughts for them, as these thoughts are contained within the world’s mirror for life’s inhabitants to choke upon.
G.G. Kalfas 