Isolationist -

I’ve sealed myself here in a labyrinth of stacked boxes and unnamed octavo

Which ones do I discard?

Which ones do I burn?

The only way to know is to study everything

What is of use to me?

What can I dispose of?

I’ve got plenty of time, locked in this delicate box of

skin

Better start organizing

Take what you need and bury it

What you want can be burned

Incinerated

With clear perception, move on

Exiled

Cast unto the darkened shore

Reclaimed by lust and hope for something time can never take

A mind of gems guarded by worms

Pull them out

Gripping tentacles latch onto your intent

Never giving remorse for where you went

«We are the searing pain

We are the weight

We are the creatures driving your hate

We eat your pride

Consume your flesh

Lay eggs of sorrow

Your brain they will stretch

Dislodged

Torn from within

Removed

Excavated

Seeping

No more pressure

Relief

Time to move on

Behold

A hidden master

Revealed in a ghastly manner

As I traverse my psyche I am reminded why I don’t reside here

Terror walls and Ghastly butlers of old

I must escape and reform my animus

As I seek my solution I am disconnected

I’ve locked myself here

In a maze of mind terrors and unseen corridors

Where do I turn now

When will I die

Blackened flesh

Seared by light unknown

Blistering scalp void of crown

Cleansed in solar showers only to scurry back to the darkness

I feel strong here

My withered flesh doesn’t effect my god brain

This vessel only holds me back

Tear it off

Abandon this flesh and ascend