nothingendsnothingbegins

This is a very special one to me. Thought I would share with my readers a little of what made me the writer I am today. This one is straight from my Muse...

alterior motives
Current mood: anxious
Cool and slow on the outside of this rotting shell you see. Inside seething with death,torment and what you humans call hell.
Theres a beautiful storm coming and its eye is in the great black hole where i once believed i had a soul. No longer here no longer there,caught in the broad understanding of the two opposing forces wound together and spinning so fast that they have meshed together like the dead with the cosmos.
Indifference. No riddles here all too blatent yet so much grey that returns to black and grows like vines up around my throat,not yet tight enough to kill me but growing tighter everyday. If I were a sign it would read REAP IT!
Thier beautiful tongues lash out and slit my wrists and then slither back only to wrap around their own throats.I watched as she masterbated in the glow of the million year blast within me She used the serpent that emerged from her throat to make herself cum so gracefull it made me wanna cut my own throat and be lost in it forever.
The shimmer off of the serpents scales reflected images of her being made a victim as a child,being so pretty must have been rough when it couldnt even buy the ones who were supposed to protect and raise you. I can see her playing in the dandelions that have now grown teeth and reach out from her subconcious killing grounds to chew out the hearts of those that get too close.
I understand all too well.
The serpents of you have writhed theyre way out of me to envenom everyone as well. I try not to speak to much in fear of catching attention. Im covered and strangled in blackness, the presence of all too much with nothing left to give.
I see through to the broken places and too much more.
I watch as they vomit antimatter Synthetic love and plastic compassion.
Excuse me while i burn myself with this cigarette for a change of sensory.
Nightly lullabyes from the dead I cant bring back. Too far gone theres a hole in the ground for me somewhere. It seems harder to give a fuck with each passing day. All these maggots writhing over each other to feed off of the dying and point there fingers.
Persecute and feed make your winged parents proud. Be afraid of the dark, young larvea for it grows within us dying, and as sure as it will consume you. There will be a moment of clarity that will reveal you to yourself to be nothing more than a fleck of blackness in the eye of the high ones from the place where nothingendsandnothing begins.

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He was my spiritual mentor and my soul traveling guide. He taught me that time and space and all else that humans call reality Ultimately do not exist. He taught me that there is another plane that exists parallel to the tangible one on which we live. It is on this plane that our souls transcend time and distance and circumstance and are eternally tangled with one another. This is the realm of spirit and memory. The realm of pure love.