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Becoming Hatred
I believe that monsters are real... I know they are, Because I know more than one. So hostile over such trivial little things, Talking at me instead of to me, So afraid to do someone else wrong, Not seeing the pain that you inflict on me... They get in your head, They make you wonder... If you're really the bad person, And maybe the only reason You see yourself as the good guy, Is because you're seeing it from Your own perspective... They make you hate; Wanting to lash out At everyone and everything. If you want me to become Hatred incarnate, If that is what you mold me into, That is what I will become... I am the monster.
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Stasis
People always talk about the butterfly's beauty... Of how it transforms Into so beauteous a form, From a caterpillar; A lowly worm. Yet, no one ever tells you Of the horrors it faced While sealed within the cocoon... Dwelling inside a silken womb, As it fights it's nightmares, Locked away in eternity's embrace... It is an unfortunate constance;   Stasis. No one speaks of the demons it battles, Lurking just beyond that opaque veil, Binding the linear to the ethereal... Waiting to pick it's bones clean, The moment it emerges From the nightmare It narrowly managed to escape... Out of the frying pan and into the fire... Somehow s
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Is it better, am I right Distilling every pain and plight Into a verse, a spoken song - I feel release, but is it wrong? Is it wrong to grind the wheel Of every bitterness I feel? And on a sick assembly line Press them to a powder fine? But powder can be blown away And soon belong to yesterday And vapors, filtered and refined No longer cloud this algid mind. Though dust may glitter as it flies And water gleam as it's capsized - 'Tis my release and nothing more, It leaves me lighter than before.
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