Parallel Unto Hell

I walk somberly, half arched like an injured animal. Fearful of what awaits me through the twisted, maniacal manifestations of my illusions; delusions that call before me. They show me things that I’m not at liberty to discuss, nor am I free to just express myself in such a manner as to belittle what I do know.

Thoughts increase my realization that truth only comes from the pain of trials, and trials decrease the more you learn the truth. Life cannot exist without the evidence of love. A kiss often means two things: One, someone finds you attractive and caring, or Two, a betrayal disguised as affection. Intimacy can be a good thing or it can be a poison that consumes your mind.

This seems to be a transition I’m not ready for. Wasting away while resting not, there is comfort in knowing your emotions are waiting for me. Welcoming arms outstretched and centered on my wellbeing. I do think I understand you better now. You’re a harlot with a blood lust. Leave me be you hypocritical bitch.

Whoring away at the mind can bring so much tension that it’s even hard to breathe. Oxygen levels are dropping as quick as I can take deep breaths. Inhaling too much ego can cause a man to err from his true self. I’ve only begun to see the horrors of not knowing the reflection within me; it’s shiny facade hiding the inner layers of bitterness and constant turmoil.

Insidious hatred crawling from out of me like anger thrown out of a cannon. Distant, but yet very dangerous. Do you now see the shape I’m in? Are you looking into my mirror? The eyes hide plenty, but they also show a lot. Look deeper. You see my past? The pain is so real. Facts do not bend from what is not actuality. Time is only traveling, but because it has to stop sometimes, and it will, one day, the meanings of a lifetime it holds until the proper time to be revealed.

Unseen, and well aware of why you’re facing me with regret. Your falsehoods are blinding your camaraderie. You have to let go. Courage can only bring peace to a calm heart. You’re fluttering again. Do you romanticize about Death’s eternal bed? Laid upon the alter of indifference you’ll find the similarities of creation are quite overwhelming. Once you begin to prepare for the rebirth of humanity, in the arms of tranquility, resting underneath the clouds of prosperity, changing your mind of recklessness into a temple fit for a ruling king.

Sire, your people are calling you. Your servants beg bread from you. What would you have us do? Send them nourishment by thine hand and show them of my mercies and grace upon the weak and the poor. I have plenty for you to eat. Come as you please. I’m a king like no other before me. My reign is for the people only. Cherish my every moment and my name shall rest squarely on you all. I have spoken. This is decreed. As of today, all the strength within me has found purpose again. I can walk again. Yes. I may have been Parallel in Hell for a time, but today, I am Upright and bringing my soul back to me. My people live there. My family and friends. Dead and alive. I will protect your honor. Let it be so…..and it was made so.