The rhythmic rapping seduces me...I am unfamiliar to it at first, but begin to remember as the sound crescendoes, increasing in pace...
Wanting to ignore it, I plug my ears, but to no avail. Because it is inside of me. The tapping becomes deafening, resonating in my chest, my loins, my feet. I am hypnotized as a I walk to the dungeon door, slowly turning the deadbolt...
It is inside of me, all around me, it is me. I AM melancholy. Melancholy is me. We embrace, we kiss, we make love, we become one.
It/she allow(s) me to embrace the ugly, the decadent, the lousy, the uncomfortable, the bad, the seemingly evil...allowing me balance. Melancholy allows me to see beauty in everything.
It/she allows me to indulge in my darker thoughts without fear of what others may think of me, and without fear of losing myself; because my thoughts are just as much a part of me as my actions.
And for many, our unspoken thoughts are much more important/honest than our expected actions influenced by society.
The old ones are fading.
Fresh scars will/please me
Day and Night at your command
My/own/power lies in your hand
around my throat
until I understand/what it means
To live.
~Pusher.Of.Pens~
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