What was once a small imperfection inside me has become the framework for all that I have become.
Reconciliation with this mental infection cannot be achieved.
Instead I nurtured and built upon this torrid indiscretion creating the necropolis within which I now dwell.
My eyes long to see celestial bodies created from my mind's own eye.
A twisted progenitor of all things not meant to be understood.
I follow my decaying sequence of logic further down and down into this rabbit hole that none dare enter.
It is a landscape both divine and hellish all at once and neither exists without the other.
They need each other, to fuel each other in a maddening "arms race" inside my head.
Now it flows forth freely like a plague to my own system.
Corrupting all that I was and will be.
Making me a twisted and no longer recognizable version of myself that further abuses these things that have changed me.
It has begun, the hammer has been swung.
All that's left is to forge the blade within my mind and cut through, back to the outside world.
