labyrinth.

just five minutes, worm your honor: him, me; alone. ~somehow it feels as if i have some monstrosity within me, dwelling just below the surface. (how fitting- mommy's little monster.) a sinister force; nearly unfeeling, uncaring, apathetic, cruel. can one truly possess such malice in his heart.? an empty void, absent of light and human emotion. all aspects that i am running dry on. (oh, i'm sorry; my conscience called in sick again.) it's a switch- impassioned vs. impassive. sounds almost like rhetoric, but everyone knows that is going out of style. plainly, you are dealing with emotions that i simply do not have. (how am i uncertain.?) christ, i am weary of cycling and spiraling out of control- from one pole to the next. my body and brain are distraught from the abuse delivered and are boycotting against me. my insides wage a war that i cannot win (but one cannot derail the fact that their attack is well deserved.) ~welcome to the machine. i pray that my lyrical grace and ambient enlightenment will soon return, but it seems that all good things do come to pass. such a fucking shame how that departure encompassed my personality. my spirit. my soul. oh yes, an entirely new monstrosity has been (re)born, wait and fucking see.