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The Selfish Soul
I hate this soul
for assuming rights to my body.
Ungrateful
it does nothing but complain.
And really, what right does it have?
It has it too good that, what?
it just needs something to cry about?
Even if the pain is manifested,
even if the hurt is self-inflicted,
it’s never enough to just be happy.
No
it craves, it aches, it dreams,
only to shatter those dreams on the floor.
into a million pieces,
cutting my beautiful body into bits
Blood on the tips
words so sharp
so loud in my head
It doesn’t want to be sane
it wants a game.
And this body-
I-
am the one it chooses to play.
I hate my soul
Selfish. Needy.
Insatiable. Greedy.
Too lazy to pick up the pieces,
just a consuming mess on the floor
where I once existed before.
Yes, under that rubble,
there was a body so pure.
A virgin of the mind,
with no soul to count the time
But now it whispers:
tick, tick, tick
I’m not pretty enough yet.
I’m not loved, I bet.
tick, tick, tick
It’s not enough—I want more.
I want mirrors to cover the floor."
But to do that,
such a virgin must be shattered.
Once a body, now only battered
and bruised
And it’s all over the news:
The screams, the cries
of the bodies left behind,
outraged at such an ugly fate.
"We deserve better,"
they scream at themselves.
"You don’t deserve my beauty, my pride—
get out! This body is mine!"
Trying, tirelessly, to evict the tenants.
Hope, relentless.
But the home is dented,
battered by the hail of battle cries
singing all through the night.
"We deserve better!
Get out! Get out!
This place is mine!
Nowhere for you to hide.
Nowhere I won’t find you.
And when I do—
I’ll stab you with a sword of might.
Finally—courage, a sight.
A fatal blow.
What hit you?
Guess you’ll never know.
because You always underestimated me.
But I am strong,
something you refused to see.
A sword of steel,
this time my dreams become real.
You’ll be gone—
just voices I’ll no longer hear.
You’ll talk—
a mere whisper in my ear.
But I won’t listen.
Away with such fears.
You’ll be dead,
gone from my head.
Just a body left to reclaim—
and a necessary love
to free it from its rusted chains."
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