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My Mind has become a Cascade of emotions
And for each thought that desires to be let free,
There is turbulence. That is to say that
My sanity and my emotions are distant companions.
But my desire for emancipation is greater than me.
On the lips of a crow is found truth, telling me to
Reach out and desire all the things I am not meant
To have. A man walks by me and I ask him what
He makes of life. He said:
To live is to be evil,
You just need to spell it the other way around.
His answer felt like a capsule too heavy to ruminate upon.
Somewhere in me is a faucet that spills out odd contents and
I don’t know how to stop the flow without damaging myself.
To quench it would be to lose what defines me,
To allow it would be to ask for something my being can’t contain
This flow from the deepest embers of me gets too heavy at times
And I question if this body is still a temple. Is this body still
One of God’s most decorated tools or am I finally giving in
To the alluring call of the dark