The Whore of Dysphoria

summoner_by_dominuself

Artwork by Dominuself

With the stresses of your delusion
Fueled by today’s prevarication
Fresh on my mind but far from my soul,
I can confess all to your deaf ears:
You are the epitome of misery—
Everything wrong with me;
Each time I feel I have escaped your clutch,
A new chain binds me down,
Sapping my potential, draining my spirit.
These months I spent grieving
Have proven in vain; there is no hope for you;
And after countless weeks of medication,
I can at long last say I care nothing for you.
The power that drove you to delinquent orgasm
Has no command over my well-being,
No dominance over my state-of-mind,
And no effect on my will.
I have risen above, if through apathy,
To conjure the beasts of your destruction:
Rise! rise! Pandemonium;
Come, and suckle your host’s nourishment
Until what remains is emaciated and horrid—
The core of a package so beautiful from without—
Exposing the false pretenses sliding off her silver tongue.
When you have wreaked your bedlam,
I will transcend this maleficence she has instilled
And, beyond the firmament,
Embrace something worth cherishing,
Something worth my time,
Something worth waking up for.

Advertisements
Leave a comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: