Despicable I


I,
habitually slip into frames of chaos and destruction, weaving my complex traps of deception. Quick sand buries and secludes….. while the clever and crafty slight of hand leads you to darkness, where only the memory of light remains. The pungent stench of death and lies escape from a heart barely beating.
I AM SHAME…..
I AM GUILT….
I AM FEAR…..
Sinful and filthy reject, sentenced to ravish love and all that is good in the world, never to shine bright on the faces of men….Unaware that I am imprisoned in my own creation, not even a physical death can rescue this detestable toxic entity of matter.
IMMORTALITY……...A CURSE!
LOVE……….A HOAX!
EMPTINESS………...MY REWARD!

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