I Am Propaganda

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I am self.

I am pain and love.

I am soul and rhythm as one.

I am the kolache you ate for breakfast.

I am the reasoning voice of conformist behavior.

I am the part of you that wants to be the same as everyone else.

I am the individual right to be different but simply ignored.

I am that irritating part of you that everyone hates.

I am the voice in the back of your skull.

I am driving you insane.

I am enjoyment.

I am self.

I am destiny.

I am the guiding path to nothingness.

I am the belief that some day you will be something more.

I am the lie passed on as truth to put a good face on things that frighten.

I am little more than a self-convincing under achiever.

I am the boundless sea of joy in meditation.

I am dangerous to all things.

I am destiny.

I am propaganda.

I am the thing you crave to hear.

I am what gives your meaningless life purpose.

I am the thing you cling to because you are incapable of walking alone.

I am the only sure thing in a life riddled with personal failure and disappointment.

I am courage in the blinding darkness of a world built purely to destroy you.

I am pathetic disenchantment hidden in the ruse of understanding.

I am the thing that gives you self-assurance.

I am propaganda.

I am terror.

I am not an emotion.

I am not the true definition of fear.

I am the breaking of dusk in a city full of good intention.

I am not your mother’s panic attack disguised as shivering chills.

I am an absolute fucking Greek tragedy stalking you.

I am the reason for cold sweat and tears.

I am your answer to hesitance.

I am terror.

I am lust.

I am human need.

I am the human desire to procreate.

I am raw, unashamed craving; desire and definition.

I am a violent and passionless savior to your controlled lifestyle.

I am veins the size of dimes, swollen with blood.

I am what we all call sport fucking.

I am your scapegoat.

I am lust.

I am flame.

I am the constant burning.

I am the ever-hungry desire to consume you.

I am the much needed destruction in an otherwise organized life.

I am the reason for the quelling temperance of water.

I am the shuttle that lights the wick of passion.

I am goal, I am drive, and I am motivation.

I am what you need.

I am flame.

I am embarrassment.

I am the reddening burn.

I am the hot sensation in your cheeks.

I am the result of a person ashamed of being human.

I am the feeling you get when you groom yourself in public.

I am the itch you get below your waist when you’re at a party with friends.

I am you sleeping in a ballroom with your pretty sundress hiked up.

I am you at your most vulnerable; I am, when you are a victim.

I am the carrion beast feeding on the entrails of your life.

I am the reason you haven’t the courage to act.

I am the nauseating feeling of dejection.

I am the Red God of hesitance.

I am embarrassment.

I am propaganda. I will eat you alive if you let me. I will get in your life like a nail driven into your skull. I will rape you like a drunken prom date and spit in your face when I’m through with you. Scarier still:

You need me.

Now go away.

Hybrid: Out.