You Wouldn't Know Me

Part One:
I am a destroyer
Destroy her
Destroy him
Destroy them

Destroyer of worlds of multifarious dimensions.

Unintentionally, mind you.
The sunken and submerged
Eat away into the reality that lies between our eyes.
Unraveling quicker than I can manage to exhale out a sigh-
The enveloped lies branch and convolute around my thighs.
Demons seem to thrive off the whole ride to hell,
One fault after another and it's already been predicted to fail without interjection,
Flaws eat the imperfection of my inhumanity It's even comical;
there will be intermissions between pain and punishment,
but the peak of disasters are whispering at my door.


Part two:
I am the creator.
Creator of a new chapter.
Old tears mold new ambitions.
Craving creative captivity fuels the shattered bones of a lost muse.
The unrythmic echoes of the now Sing not a new,
Nor the old -
But a reminder of what reality is:

The show must go on.

The show must go on.


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