Epilogue: Facing the World
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A hundred thousand times I have asked myself the same questions since the dawn of the current age
The age of identity
The age of truth
Life
Dignified justification to walk the path
The descent into darkness
Onward, descending to figure out the answer to the question “why?”
Why am I here
Why am I suffering when I see her of the age before
Falling to her knees
A bleeding angel
A weeping soul
A shattered memory
And the darker the path goes,
The farther I tried to transcend, find clarity, and evade a thing I called madness
This was the truth
A poor ending
A piss poorer man to reveal it
I began to remember the past, recently.
Before the break in where my soul met a closer look at a face I now wish I had just forgotten
Four years since a fall
Four years in fear
Four years looking for something I missed so dearly that my tears blurred them away from my vision
And four years wearing the mask that should have been my face all along
Damage was done to another
A darkness came towards me and struck a chord I never knew the existence of
A chord of fear
A fear to make me resolved
To hide inside myself over a replica wearing a mask that could have just been me
The question no longer becomes a question of fear but a question of pride
Where and
When
Do I care about all of you?
Ironically, you would say the same in the right context
Where and when do you care about the things you’re told
The looks you ought to have
The way you to walk
Talk to people, abusing them
Reacting to things, hollowing yourself
Feeling good with the drugs and the money you save by
Stopping the drugs that make you high
Getting off on things that are legal
From sincerity to sexual deviancy
And soon you begin to realize that your mind is stuck in the ruts
Unable to realize
Like me
What the point of it all is?
…
Take the other side of the spectrum
Where and when do you care about the things you’re told
The grades you ought to have
To keep
To get to the college of everyone’s dream
To get in and find yourself in a rut
To get out and find a debt
A debt that hinders you from world building
A slave to the things you forgot were not that important:
-the score
-the game
-the grade
-the college
-the rank
-the look you got from everyone else which makes me wonder,
Yet again
Where and when do you care about the things you’re told
Until you find out that you hurt the ones you loved
Made the scar that can’t be undone
Pulled the knife from the wound that is bleeding
Now the word that you cant take back
Now the relation you cannot repair
Now the “you” you want to be is a monster
And they’re running you out of town
Take the other side of the spectrum
When your heart has reached the point
And is open to the call
And is open to the hate
The envy
The greed
The rage
The lust
The pounding and pounding because
They know
There are so few places that you can hide
That you can call yourself away towards to be safe
To cry
And weep And melt into the sadness that is somehow unacceptable
And yet all-the-more necessary as the days go by
You throb with your tears
Some people come running
And you hear wolves behind them
You hear the howling in the dark
The darkness of your heart
The darkness in the distance-
the wolves are coming
Because the less you care
The more you start to grow the fur
Block the world
Take the weirdness
Oddities
Awkwardness
And run
But that was not me of the past
The past stood in equilibrium that is unreachable
Because it’s weak and invites into me a madness that keeps ringing
Like a wave of tears that wants me to sink into the floor and be nothing anymore
Like a hangman’s noose that grips my neck like a lover
Like death
But attractive death nonetheless because
I am
- Indeed -
Something is wrong with me.
I was told once to be the soul of an ancient one
It might be tainted now
There’s no purity anymore
The filth so black that it blocks
The blocks so wide that they cloud me
The madness so deep that it feeds my sense of identity
And soon I’m seeing the cold again
The dragon settling into the cave
The wolf wandering into the dark
The dogs dying before their masters
The horses trying to shut the barn
It’s nothing more than hopeless futures
I ponder the point for four years as well
….
So I ask myself again, my reason for being here
From what I have seen
From what I become
To perverted agony
And Sadomasochistic
Urges to hunger like the Helmsman, the Knight of Winter
To lust like a conqueror
And be conquered at the same time
To be dichotomy
And reform into a paradox
And then
And then what’s left?
Isn’t that the point?
We live
We die
And we make a mess while we’re at it
As we suffer
Or
We find a place to die
Exact place
Perfect placement
Perfect achievement
100%
Kick the bucket list
Stop the press
And sit in the throne as a skeleton
Dying in the metaphysical wealth
The friends
The companions
That love that couldn’t be any more perfect
Because you know she doesn’t care about the demons resting in your eyes
But rather loves you because that is what it should be…
It ought to be love
It ought to be the moment where you brush the happiness that was so distant in the past that you should be content to die
That, or find a way to build it into permanency
And I tried that for a few years
It was ok
But probably not as good as the brush
The moment where the smiles seem endless
And the cold flew away into a beautiful spring
Where cherry blossoms could touch your shoulders
It’s out there,
I swear it
If you’re lucky
And can bear it
It’s there, it’s there, and it’s no where
And they won’t point because they don’t
And I wander off again
Wander into the sunset
Wander where the wolf will tread
Alone
Back to the sunset
Facing the world
Facing eternum
And Les Fleurs du mal
But before I go
Before I face destiny again
With a masochistic bravery
And an iron sword
I have advice to you,
The ones still left to suffer
The ones still aching to die
The ones who don’t do sadness
I recommend
Suggest that you give it a raincheck…
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And where no street shall begin
A place where the brush of happiness lasts
A place the future meets the past
A place beyond the smaller sea
A place for you,
And definitely for me
The End