Something I wrote, Something of the spirit.
01:08 Aug 12 2007
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I think I'm losing my mind,
Help me keep it.
As the pain increases,
The control lessens,
Tormenting my soul
Forcing it into a catatonic state of torture
Where my soul is forced to stay
Unable to escape
Slowly beginning to love the dark
And hate the light once again.
Feeding on fire,
No longer it burns.
Wanting to feed
But unable to escape hell
Needing blood,
Having neither victims nor donors,
Must find a way out
Before my soul suffers
Some sort of morbid overload
Sending it spiraling
Further into the darkness.
In the perfect darkness beneath Hell,
The dark easily gains control over the light.
Feeding on the unseen,
Growing stronger,
Beginning to sense the dark creatures
Fighting, In turn,
Absorbing each.
Finding the gates,
Opening them from the inside,
Emerging from Hell,
Changed, Darker, Stronger
Rampaging uncontrolled Darkness,
Now separated from the lighter half,
There is nothing to keep the dark in check,
Forced back into Hell upon separation.
Beginning to fight the dark creatures for sport,
Becoming stronger, every fight,
Upon destruction, Each creature assimilates
Into the UnNamed Rampaging Darkness.
Laughing Maniacally,
A demonic serial killer,
Sucking the darkness and Evil out of Hell,
Feeding to the point of engorgement,
Incorporating every soul and demon it destroys into itself.
Throwing the gates of Hell wide open,
The UnNamed Darkness,
Flying out to rejoin the light,
Not knowing how strong the light might be.
Thinking it still weak, An easy target,
Surprised, seeing the strength gained in absence,
Latching onto the lighter half, Now found
Hoping to gain control,
Failing at first, Suddenly scared,
Attacking with everything it now knew,
Unrelenting strikes, Dark beating light,
Trying to lock it away for ultimate possession,
Of the lesser human soul
That soul, only a spectator,
Watching the two halves
Of its higher self,
Battling for control
Darker half subduing light,
Blinding, the light seems as an angel,
Stronger now, having something to protect,
For the belief that human souls are precious,
Every strike beats the darkness down,
To most it would appear as a fight,
Between Angel and Demon,
Demon winning,
Angel winning,
Looking to be an eternal war,
Scarring the mind of any who might witness,
Deciding to use the soul as a pawn,
The UnNamed pours power into it,
Driving it mad.
Unable to stand by,
Witnessing the darkness
Twisting the soul,
The Angel pours light into the human,
Swirling inside the human body,
Light and Dark battling within,
Soul accepting, Dark and Light,
Raising arms, as in praise,
Feeling both, whole again,
Assimilating its higher selves,
Angel and Demon dive, into the soul
Fighting internally,
Seeming as a mental patient,
Driven crazy by the warring energies.
Being fed by the Power,
Slowly, the soul gains control,
Melding with the Angel,
Putting the Demon in check.
Feeling the Perfect Balance,
And Power, So strong
Loving the light,
Enjoying the dark,
Now a living contradiction,
The Dark Light,
The Good Evil,
The Soul can now find Happiness,
Power, Balance, Happiness!
Love? Unknown.
Souls are capable of anything.
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