Can you see me?
My single form.
Of fat, muscle, bone, sinew.
Beyond the naked eye,
My aura stretches.
Only clue to mortals –
The Uncanny Valley Effect.
Fear of me coming suddenly,
With Uncomfortable Discomfort.
Why did you need to evolve,
Such a defence mechanism,
Little Humans?
Masking Mimic.
Played that role already.
Prefer Method Acting,
Most.
Becoming another self;
For a little while.
Slinging spells, rhymes, songs,
Worse.
Dirges to rot thy blood.
Aura is most dense,
In my proximity.
Akin To Gravity.
Truesight,
Witchsight,
Frequencies,
Wavelengths,
Spectrums.
Science sees me best.
Above me,
True self.
Coiled around Terra in orbit,
Thousands of Jagged Yellowing Fangs;
Sunk into my tattered tail.
Crossed with white scars,
Where scales struggle to grow.
Blood & Black Ichor Venom,
Seeping from my wounds.
Reptile brain unable to comprehend:
“Self strikes.”
Writhing.
Crushing.
Poor Amygdala.
Lizard Brain.
Know it well enough –
Anxiety Disorders Flaring.
Seething just behind my neck,
Blood roiling in the lack of air.
Arteries dilating,
Capillaries swelling.
Masseter Muscles Bulging –
In Silent Mock Screams.
Frozen Rage.
Quiet.
Suspended for us to regard,
Forever.
Arthaus Bullshit.
Legends We Tell;
To Obscure Our Own.
Twisting Together Mythologies,
Metaphors,
Veils Of The Black Fog Of War.
Turtle Up.
I’ll take Vanguard;
Feeding My Infinite Hunger,
Sensation All The Way.
Chewing My Own Tail To Ribbons,
Dark Iron Rich Blood,
Black Ichor Venom,
Thick As Tar.
Earth’s Gravity:
Pulling freeze-drying globules,
Down into re-entry –
Into friction fires.
Burning up,
Before it even breaks the atmosphere.
To you & me down here,
We see meteorites:
Shooting Stars.
Fake self here,
True Self Up There.
Stable orbiting rings,
Caged around the planet.
Worse?
Aura expanded as I shed,
Molting again & again.
Reality warping more drastically –
The closer I get.
Heavy Dread Hangs In This Air.
Suffocating.
Choking.
Even with plenty of it to breathe.
Peeling back myelin,
To prod at synapses.
Most of the time?
Hunter uses the brain fat to tan the hide.
Would you hunt me?
Cryptid in myriad forms:
Mistaken for Bigfoot,
Baba Yaga,
Fae Lords of Winter Courts.
Human tattooed flesh –
Tanned with my brain,
Spread to cure a la perfect flaying –
Da Vinci’s Examinations of Man.
Glistening Black Scales?
Scarred white?
Same.
My own fangs used to pin me.
The Metaphor Breaks.
Fourth Walls Drop,
In Shatterings Of Glass.
Aura’s Effect Now Stretches Past Jupiter.
Mass & Gravity;
So dense I implode inwards,
Reality & Spacetime creaking,
Cracking,
Then failing completely.
Madness Reigns.
Pity.
Remember being here before,
In Heroic Epics,
Of old.
When everything stops making sense.
We find ourselves trapped between.
Not sure if Fate or Destiny –
Were ever real to begin with.
Simply handwaving away,
Our inconvenience,
After learning to wrest them,
To thy bidding,
Then devour them,
When they’ve served good purpose.
End.
Means.
Ends.
Mean.
Last time I traversed madness,
Was a very long time ago.
Double-digit half dreams.
Found enlightenment,
Where others might’ve found damnation.
Nihilism.
Existentialism.
Kubrick Staring Into The Void.
Void Sucking Coldly Back At You.
Infinite Creation,
Infinite Hunger.
Black & Red,
In Ledgers.
Worshipping Entropy,
Zero Sum Game –
AT BEST.
Throwing random bullshit into my abyss,
As it greedily steals everything from heat,
To heartbeats.
My Epics;
Can’t save them all.
But if one person can hold my hand,
To come out the other side,
Chaos Theory Intact?
Occult Personalities.
Wish By Wish.
True Self Up There.
