The Melodies Of Silence

My demons terrorize my ghosts. With cannabis, I treat the aftermath of my chaotic choices. Irrevocable truths engraved on the indelible scars of my impure soul. I'm still trapped in the same nightmare since my divine spark drifted closer to the flames of hell. I sing the symphonies of my miserable life into the microphones of the bearer of light. I stopped whining before the universal force. One day, I will bathe in Lucifer’s furnaces to taste the delights of eternal life. I accumulate transgressions and blasphemies since I discovered the grim nature of humanity. I celebrate my failures so my victories remain taciturn, like the melodies of silence. I still cannot chase after the fleeting vanities that humans sanctify. Still not a hypocrite, so truthful that solitude has become my ally. Still allergic to injustice and forked tongues. Still alive to never imprison my dignity in a dungeon of victimhood lamentations.