Serving the Masters
I am the blackness within the still of your nilpotent night, a cannibalistic contortion devouring the love of life...
Fear not my name, but what I have done and will eventually do...
I am the bloodstained sand that drips thru hellion holes and sails from land to sea...
I am the unwanted wind that whispers wishes for the eager ear, the lewd liar to fill your lustful cup and vanity veins...
I am the shadow that leaves your side, only to follow you from behind and misunderstood vexing voice that follows the shadow...
I speak within the thunder and lash out thru lightening for I rumble and roar...
I am within tyrannical tears that bind you and lure you to lachrymal lament until you drown in your demise...
I am the tortured thought of mind that opens the gates of pretentious prayers...
I am the darkness within your light, a blasphemous blanket for your nocturnal nest...
I am your confined confusions for time and death are my submissive servants...
I am a speck of space dust residing in the emptiness of your sabotaged soul...
I am and I am not, for you don’t believe I exist but you let me got out to play...
I am the beginning of your end...I am the evil within you.
June.13.2017
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