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A Thief In My Mind II

You're always teasing me, tormenting me, toiling with me... -your paintings and all your arts might as well be accursed. Why, don't you just leave me be?

By Josh MorganPublished 5 months ago 2 min read
A Thief In My Mind II
Photo by Valentin Salja on Unsplash

Angst—

You paint nightmares behind my eyes

that of course, never come to be‐

and you create such cursed arts in my mind

that this world has still not yet come to see...

and as of late, you've really taken your place beside me...

playing your awful games with my already suffering heart,

and bringing to my bedside nothing but agony.

Angst—

You've turned the space within this vessel into a warzone...

that you hope to soon be found out in a grave sight‐

you've turned this place into something that no one can call home...

and have burned to nothing, the rope that could have brought me into a better light‐

How far will you go?

As both I and this cloud of witnesses around me pray for your absence to come...

there you are, as if you've only just begun.

Angst—

You must find so much joy in your actions...

and I must say, that your choice to, and of torment isn't very unique‐

you share all of the same details with all the other thieves...

every. last. one.

I hope you're not proud of the toil you bring...

as much as I, or my pen, repeatedly voice the same thing,

it's you that brings about the same sum of suffering under this sun...

When, will you just be done?

Angst—

You don't belong here...

or anywhere‐

you bring about no good,

all which you do bring around is such common tier

that every being that stands afoot on this earth shares the common desire for you to simply be no where‐

Why don't you just go ahead and do the world a favor?...

and remove yourself from the heads you've decided to stay for.

Angst—

Take your paintings, and your other cursed arts,

leave our minds, and our hearts...

Take with you every nightmare you've brought,

and the expectations of horror you've sought.

Not a single one of us is desiring for you to remain here‐

our minds have had enough, and need not any more of your presence...

it is only Hell that wants you, and is waiting for you there.

Angst—

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About the Creator

Josh Morgan

Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.

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