the idea of polarities
minds filled with dissimilarities
the good from evil
the right from wrong

the you from me

as the ominous clouds of insanity
fill my sober lungs
the mind pounds the conscious thoughts of rationality, morality and all things that binds me to the social world into a powder that disintegrates into the grounds of insecurities
the skin i wear ripped apart by the beauty of truth
the flesh exposed
the flesh-- facetiousness
a humour so grim i scream for the world to hear that the 'she' has finally arrived
pain pierces every inch of my spine as a vile monstrosity is released



ME-- i am the monstrosity
raw.
bloody.
bestial.

beauty in the grotesque

can the world love me now?
an evident reply
no.

one does not choose a solitary life
solitude is choice less
you are only born into it.