For You dear Reader, synchronizing with the message.
You can’t bear to face yourself anymore. You’ve pushed away the image that reflects your true identity, distorting it to fit the shoes you serenade to fill.
Here I stand, as your mirror, unapologetically showcasing your innermost self. It is my self laid bare, sacrificing face and dignity to save you from you.
LISTEN TO ME!
Deep within my psyche lies a hidden blackness, a contour of my highlighted revelations I project into the world, a shady silhouette that only a choice few have been pushed into position to trace; intimately engulfed within its grip. Here your are. It grasps you tightly. This hidden blackness, like a relentless vice, holding your thoughts and emotions with a haunting fervor. Engulfed, squeezing the air out of your lungs, clouding your judgment. Its grip is unyielding, refusing to release its hold on your soul. Only those who have experienced its suffocating embrace truly understand its power as an enigmatic force that lurks deep within, forever shaping the contours of your existence.
It’s a dingy distorted dwelling, it is what I imagine would be the psyche of the demon who fell not due to pride like Luci but due to lack of a backbone, spineless.
It has no doors or windows, congested with cast-aways. Memories. Trepidation of dread constantly dressing you.
Secrets that I dared not reveal to the light so long as my life had breath: but here you are.
I was my own abuser, refocusing the brunt toward myself to avoid the sting of neglect and abandonment, manifesting in my developing material body, no guide, so a psychological perversion was forming from the nature i was born with, depravity is in my blood, constantly seeking stimulation to divert the crushing internal sadness of my 8-year-old heart. Why? Dismissed. Mocked. Ridiculed. Rejected. told I can’t feel this kennel of pain, an empathy so torturous, no one knows, or even believes the trauma you take on.
Those who have ventured into this ravine, forced into uncharted territory, must make it a mission to empathize with themselves and disassociate from their memories; survival is the goal.
This descent is NOT. I repeat,not for the faint of heart. This is for the strong ones, the conduits of pain, the eaters of insanity, the healers, this road is for the ones who can take a beating in their psyches and emotions, those who know how to suffer, both mentally and spiritually but never losing the softness and the compassion that most have become hardened unto.
The darkness within a stranger is all-consuming and unforgiving to my soul as I eat their energy, unbeknownst to the healing stranger. A stranger gives no perspective and no understanding as to what it is I am ingesting. The pain of a rapist and a pedophile is horror. A depth of guilt and regret you never want to bare, I can not gracefully.
To truly know this shadow, the shadow of a taker of innocence, the shadow of a man not yourself is to confront humanity’s darkest aspects and understand the depths of depravity that lurk within us all.
It is a journey that few are willing to take, but for those who do, the rewards are shocking and intellectually enlightening, and you have no choice.
Beneath the surface of our minds lies a twisted, horrifying realm of darkness, known only to a select few who have dared to explore it. This abyss is filled with unspeakable terrors and unimaginable secrets that we hide from the world, lest they know the true depravity that lurks within us. Those who venture into this abyss risk being consumed by its all-encompassing darkness, suffering from irreversible physical and mental damage due to months or even years of isolation within their own subconscious. It’s a journey only for the bravest and most daring, but for those who dare to take it, the rewards are both shocking and intellectually enlightening.
The longer one spends isolated in the depths of their own subconscious, the more they risk irreversible damage to their physical and mental health.
As days turn into months and years, the isolation of the subconscious mind takes a dark toll on the body and soul. It’s a slow descent into madness, a journey to the depths of one’s own psyche, where the darkness hides, and the demons wait. The longer one stays in this abyss, the more irreversible the damage becomes and the deeper the scars on the mind and body. It’s a haunting reminder of the fragility of the human spirit and the devastating consequences of being alone with one’s thoughts for too long.
As the mind spirals more profoundly into the abyss of isolation, the subconscious begins to rot away like a putrid corpse. Months turn into years, and the damage to the body and mind becomes irreversible, leaving one trapped in a waking nightmare of physical and psychological torment. The isolation becomes a prison, and the only escape is the descent into madness, as the mind twists and contorts itself into a grotesque parody of its former self.
