Scabbed, scarred, sacred,

and naked…

Wandering inside obsession;

walls made of tyranny.

Each corridor cuts quickly,

as you’re pulled along

anxiously. Each sight your

eyes perceive as a blur, while

you lurch continually

forward.

Regret, remorse, revenge,

choices compiled as vile

attempts toward individuality.

A world where every surface

is mirrored. Littered with

images of injustice, disgrace,

abandonment. A future

inscription of you, catalogued

by urine laced pavement;

Influence becomes projections

cast as armor.

Digress, reattempt, contempt,

snatched up by analysis you

divulge on your strongest

hypothesis, “Life is a whip

you crack upon yourself as

a slave.”

A compartmentalized

apparition arbitrarily following

through on the premise of motion

alone, this is all you know;

where else can you go?

You believe in your theories,

and that nothing but ridicule

will befall you; yet you, the ever

persevering pervert of theory

rebound. Searching anew, nose

down wind to knowledge,

a metaphysical bloodhound.

Safety, a belligerent friend

imploring you to regard his

concern.  Actualization, you,

entangled within the same web

of social anxiety. You’re no

different, only marginalized by

your writings.

Disgust, rejection, last interjection,

by now the thought that perceives

thinking for itself embraces you.

A deeper cut absorbs the

whole, dominating any chance

at analyzation peering back at you

through your own safety portal;

prepared for you by the idea of things

to come.

Staring out from behind each

reflective surface you’ve passed

peers back an empty beaten being,

tormented today, tomorrow,

forever by societal demands.

Coming closer, drawing nearer,

A fear of redemption for this

apparition be gone…