Internal Decapitation
Temptation shall always dance upon the precipice of desire and all too sudden disaster.
Pain and the ever-forbidden lust is a freedom, and repression is a cancer that should be
abandoned with an archaic set of rules that should be buried along with its beliefs.
As the denial of light is the acknowledgement of man’s truest nature.
For fear of anything, is unnecessary.
An end we all shall acknowledge by force as sometimes there is no grace of choice.
For there is only a command of time, and understanding this is but a momentary existence,
fragile is the coil ever so easily severed from this plane of existence.
To spit in the winds of fate’s mock acceptance in damnations’ glee.
I bask easily in the acknowledgement that I am cursed for I was born.
As I thrive only to spite God’s denial in the embrace of all that is wicked and self-serving.
I understand my demise is inevitable.
I just don’t care for whom I corrupt.
I will gladly embrace hell.
If only you hold my hand.
Fixator Press 