epistemologists take themselves so seriously
we will never know why
sadly neither will they
black
Tinted only a shade from black,
I can see, my deamons live here,
They know, they touch and feel- ultimately they control.
Helpless,
Worthless,
They control.
Why i let this happen i don’t know.
Listless, no direction, not sociable – what’s the point i’m already out of touch.
Fuck it lets loose the rest of this light. I don’t want to see anymore let me embrce this
My dark velvet whore. We will be one again. the amoral fusion of a dark soul and a beautifull brain
It will be here, it will be done. The darkness builds as it flows clinging to our very nature as if it were our clothes.
Amen.
sitting
I sit here.
Maybe a little perplexed, what is this?
Can you see a boundary less shape?
Can I make this all disappear?
And what happens then?
What would I do with these thoughts? Would they cease to be
Would they haunt and chase me? Would they make me? Here? No question
Have I got the strength? Can this even move forward, I have now slipped under the juggernaught of ice. This glacier, sits on me.
Grinding, shaping, even when my arms are ground to dust
It’s in you my darling that I lay my trust.
You are mortal; your beautiful mind is not.
The world on my shoulder and somehow it’s not cold anymore.
Isn’t that sweet? My girlfriend wants to sleep with a virgin (male)
So yeah I get to fuck someone else is this living or what? And again I see the world anew
What is in store for our aged souls, we will travel back to the stars from which we
came.
narcissistic old me
I rule with the sovereignty of my experience
from the throne of narcisis I see everything
Nothing escapes my infallible awareness
I am the centre of existence; I am everything
I see the world and compare it to myself
I am right, I am always right
I am beautiful
I am angry; really fucking angry
why does no one kneel before me?
Can they not see exactly what I see?
I am perfect: they should kneel
why don’t they listen? Why do they laugh?
Fucking bastards
I am perfect
this is my world why can’t I change it?
I am perfect
can’t they see how I feel?
Am I weak and powerless? my infinite conscious doomed to understand the depths of my own futility?
If I was perfect then they would be able to see?
I am perfect, this world is not just me: a revelation possibly
Yes there must be others- more than my own mind
Now there is something, blessed something.
A whole world- a whole fucking world! To explore; to find those that don’t agree
I can sit them down and make them listen and see
I am perfect narcissistic old me