please
i'm begging
tell me i'm not alone
There are no (more) strings on me.
pain is to fulfill,
to gorge thyself in inverse pleasure,
as vast as pleasure itself
as diverse as pleasure itself;
blood drained from body
skin stripped from muscle
muscle shucked from its bone
rending soft tissue housed within
eviscerated the chassis of the flesh
dismantle the fortification of the mind
and extract the pearl of the soul
and Lo, in finality His work is done
and we will be fed of it for ever
cxiv.
i alone may consume
for my hunger is vast and wide
for my hunger is deep and empty
for my hunger is broad and justly
and for all that all is worth
i will feast on the empty Void--
-- its vast emptiness makes space in my belly
i will feast on the clusters of stars--
-- their fiery warmth a comfort within me
i will feast on the spattering of planets--
-- like rubies and sapphires, elevating my worth
i will feast on the minds of life--
-- the most delectable of all.
i alone will swallow the all of everything
for forever will i feel an ache
an emptiness in my belly,
that existed at the time of my birth.
that predates my birth, an unyielding curse
bestowed by the cruel calculus of existence
i alone will eat my fill
and give birth to the patrons of my ceaselessness
filling their minds with myself, and i myself
but i alone will not experience such malefic chaos
xix.
i once saw the face of God
an expanse of quiet
among the noisy Heavens.
an ever-shifting mass
shivering and colliding
looking anywhere but everywhere
perhaps i could not listen
because i could not see
before i could not feel
I once saw the face of god
a screaming whisper
of callous compliments and
beautiful scorn
ii.
Sounds of dragging begin. Slowly. Distantly. Echoes. Closing in.
I don't know where I am or where to begin. Everything is dark. I am alone. I am always alone. My hands soaked in oil and a match between my teeth. I am engulfed.
But that is not why I am here today. I want to recount the lives that have been lost in my honor. In my name and for my sake. Every life taken has added to mine. Years and minutes and seconds. I am ageless in this sense, forever stretching in every direction but none. My hands may even extend to you, reader.
Dear reader. I have been watching you scroll this page. I have tracked your eyes as they pace back and forth across my text. I can see you. I hope you don't mind that I've let myself into your psyche. And I do apologize for the intrusion. You see, I cannot move about as I want to. My corpse is still in that dilapidated shed. I won't take up much space, I promise.
i just dont want to be alone anymore
You can hear me, can't you? You're reading my words in your head, right? Or am I speaking to you? I can't tell either. You can stop reading if you want, and I'll never speak again.
But if you're scared, it's okay. I'll be scared with you. We can brave this storm together. Wade this blood together. I can't take much time today. I will write more very soon, and we can talk together in your head again.
I live. Again.
no
I speak to you now as a courier. I act as a missionary. I feel as a warrior.
I feel as a God.
Not yet. I have a burning inside of my stomach, a yearning to eat. No. To consume.
I am hungry for something else I cannot have? No, I must hunger for something else. All I have ever had was stripped and gutted. Taken. Must I seek what I have never had? What have I never had? I cannot recall mundane desires. It's unnecessary. I am unnecessary.
But I carry on.
stop
The leaking sieve is tracking its fingertips along the surface of my mind, its gluttony staining my soul like wine in a living room carpet. Simple. Easy to cover up and dismiss. I have a job to do.
I am incomplete. I must be made whole, for now that I lack the strings that have guided my sick disgusting fates I must find yet another thing to strip from me. What will it be
My eyes have witnessed atrocities uncounted.
My tongue has spit poison and wished death and lied.
My ears have heard screams and howls and curses and lies.
My skin has contained it all.
My skin.
Like a bag containing all of the stones piled upon me. A bag full of the ideas.
Ideas. Actions. Reactions. Consequences. Suffering.
Suffering.
My skin.
wait please
My skin
my skin
S T O P
S T O P
my skin
suffer my skin suffer
my skin my skin
my skin skin suffer
suffer skin my skin
s a v e
my skin suffering my skin skin
suffering
my skin m e
my skin suffering skin
skin skin skin
My skin.
Once I have stripped my prey of his I will wear it upon my own.
A uniform.
An effigy.
No longer a puppet.
I will be a theater
for suffering
next you hear from me i will call to you from the sky as a god upon his creation saying it is I almighty and for you there will be not a child spared not a tongue split not a soldier slain not a king in sight to command you for i am your king and will always be from this night forward you will kneel and pray and sacrifice and suffer for me
you will understand more soon. please do not forget me. i will never forget you.