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Shadow work
worth
being dead
and killed
I was murdered last night
in the jaded corner of my most
darkest
shadow
to date
I would not date me
ever
do you not see
the jaded person
that is me
that is I
turning
eyes into frowns
upside down
like the black
Isis
Clown
wearing her crown
at her
feet
equilibrium
glows
mystique
but for now
I am
just a creep
upside down in some
guys house
oblivious to the
storyline
unfolding
decoding
and cracking codes
while the channeler
speaks
like a creep
somewhere
smaller than this
space
Lovers stop the chase
and erase
all past illusions of
hurt
that never quite
was
truth
only the distorted views
one narcissist to the other
narcissist
says
when they
crave
shadowy attentions
of affections
that get acted out as real
to appeal
to the darker
part that feels
a lot more
like the
art being displayed
when two lovers
engage
in
some feverish play
that both
love to
a
muse
in the other
generators of these
cosmic loving
energies
being spread
as wealthy circuits
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