Who is she?
She is brimful of emotion, It overflows from her moistened mouth before it can reach her eyes.
Those liquid blue two that she can't cry through...
So instead she does so through a pen.
Write here...
Right now...
Ink tears flow like irrigation as they decorate the paper.
She aims to accomplish each & every desire & wish,
She is the determined hunter with lioness eyes,
Fearlessly chasing those sweet dreams on a bleeding sunrise.
Yet content here; She exists in her bitter nightmare,
Exercising her body & mind.
Within the crushing grip of agony's hands the both are fortified.
She does not put up a struggle....No matter how much it hurts.
She succumbs most willingly.
...Slave...
...Obey Her masters..
For these are the things that nourish her,
Hungry for disaster.
To keep bright the flames, flickering like reptile tongues inside;
In pain she trusts,
In tragedies truth she abides.
She denies herself much, But will indulge her whims...
She takes power & pleasure in her asceticism.
Ferocious; She will put up a bloody battle,
& fight for every last breath...
A survival mechanism beats to her left.
She knows that healing is possible, But chose to fix herself completely differently.
...By choosing to not fix herself completely & fully.
But instead she allowed the wounds to fester, & left her body free to become infected...
Infected with a curative disease.
Persistence until she acquired this immunity.
In lust with her sickness, This lunacy still rages.
A virus of words, She is the sweet contagious.
Yes, This here is the price she must pay if she wishes to remain free & open.
...Free to forever receive these eternal teachings of wisdom.
Alone, Sweating it out beneath a sun of dripping wax,
& Shivering in the midst of minds wild forest.
Under a harvest moon....The watchful eyes of Horus.
For this is the debt she owes for all that she has received...
Truly thankful for every gift in her little black heart of creativity.
...The evolution...The alchemy...
The metamorphous in a thorny chrysalis.
She has grown to love her shell in all it’s flaws & ugliness.
...Because her true beauty resigns inside.
Her thinking is a temptation & she hath given into herself.
...Into the thoughts most gluttonous.
Indulging her deep ache to know EVERYTHING.
She knows the truth,
She knows that you lied.
She knows the salty taste of pure despise.
She knows how to stay aloft on shattered wings,
She knows every note in the song the sirens Sin.
She knows how to rebuild because she knows how to break,
She knows how to give even more for how much she takes.
She consumes so much that her gut instinct vomits,
From a painfully full mind, Not her convulsing stomach.
She is still learning...Puzzling herself; She is an enigma.
A Single puzzle piece that won’t fit the whole picture.
Instead of using the clues to solve the mystery She spends her time trying to solve the clues…
An analytic process to appease the muse.
She is an insane trial for all her tribulations.
Misplaced, her sanity received a breakdown in communication.
...But she feels no need for its trivial pursuit.
She Possesses an ardent life...& it was the very lifestyle that possessed her.
Caught up in present & old lessons learnt,
Her history has taking a revolutionary turn.
She holds on to her pasts hand & embraces her future.
She’s self created & won’t be told whut she should be…
How she should feel...Or how to act...
...What things to speak...What things to think..
No. She will not swallow this conformity spiked drink.
She wants to be able to think for herself…
Not share the same brain waves as everyone else.
She will rise to outlast their weak decaying, 2D minds.
& in this her sickness ...She will make no mistake.
For I’ve been giving these opportunities,
...& I shall not hesitate to take.