The weak, physical, lust of the flesh, what could possibly be weaker than this? Possibly the mind, but it will at least change... manipulate! Depraved... pervert
Physical matter can only be destroyed and distorted Just like what I see as the image in the mirror, weak, disgusting, vile, shameful, disgusting and vile, broken, carved pieces of meat, destroyed physical lust. Possibly what you would call my body. Probably disgusted me at least as much as it did you
I loathe myself. We are all empty beings, drained of emotion and happiness... happiness? The all too familiar words, I must say, what is happiness?
One that loves you... embraces you when darkness falls, strokes fingers through your hair, warms your lips with theirs, loves you... makes love with you. It is happiness for you? This heartfelt... mental and physical weakness. Never would I associate something so preposterous, an impulse.
Strong word, happiness. An infinite mystery, does it even exist? Do I even exist? But what do I know... empty, miserable, cold, frozen, constantly thirsty... for your hate - your love.
Hatred warms, fills the void and obliterates the cold inside. For a few seconds, however, the mind is cold as the winter night.
Sweet and soothing cold, embrace me this lonely evening, embrace me all the sleepless nights... you are welcomed with open arms. I offer you my weak emaciated body, worth nothing compared to your greatness. My self-loathing is in relation to the worship of emptiness. Left of me is only a fragile shell, left empty, drained, hollow... callous, broken and frozen.
17 Apr 2015, 10:00 pm
