deceiver,
we’re stuck, you and i
stuck in a world wrapped revolved around our cracked little mind.
i know and you know…because i am.
i am the paint peeling off the walls…flake by flake revealing the sinew and bone of our dilapidation.
flake by flake, every little secret murmur and stored DREAM…each strand of blood-let hair tucked inside…
i am…the rust beneath our fingernails, the dark hollow beneath our eyes…each and every tooth pebbled and spit like rain.
i am with you always, oh my deceiver…covered in the muck of grace.
i am every needled voice piercing through your thoughts, stinging and buzzing, tiny insects gnawing from inside…
…the sheen of the eyes in the black, swirling, a damnable sea – i see all that you are, always…

i woke up this morning to the red dirt of a forgotten, unfamiliar home – dirt that soaked up my vomit and tears, and bubbled alive with pus…i woke up…and met an old friend on a washed out road under a starless sky, i woke up among trees whose gnarled grey hands leaned out along the dark as i followed…i woke up…again and again and again, until the meaning of it was lost…
i know and you know, the faceless never lead on but for the call of lust, or the glamour of agony, not like you or i…
so i was lead, to see what had been gathered, what had been plucked from the fruit rolled off reverent tongues…
i was liberated of the depravity of breath, and sown closed, wading to the tide of the abyss, where i heard the thoughts and laments of a folly “old soul” as leeches crawling into my wrists, whose pain was old, but their bodies still fresh…where i saw the black worms swollen with glutton and burrowed deep in the sacred soil that swallowed my bile…
there they spoke to me, with words like gnashing teeth behind my eyes, like digging fingers inside my head, seeding the dissonance gently with waiting snares…
“call for embrace, and i shall drown your sorrow in a bleak and numbing ambrosia. So forth, as long as we walk together, hush and leave your sins with me.”
deceiver, mine…
smother and remember in the clench of your pillow,

“upon the dark road you are travelling, do no seek out the light,

the illusion, the fallacy and incessant need for all things external.

have no fear, take the darkness as your comfort.”