”Do you have a soul?”
Why does it concern you so?
Would it make a difference to know?
No, I will still drag you far below
The sands of shifting dunes.
Brought to ruins.
”Does joy bring you discomfort?”
Ah, something of that sort.
It lessens my influence
And though joy is a nuisance,
I can exist along side it.
Like the shadow of a star, silent.
”Why?”
Why what?
”Why can’t you die?”
Why don’t I ask you that?
”You ask that every time, like a hungry parasite.”
Because I want to take you tonight.
You fight, respite, but I want, I will claim that,
That wretched tar black heart.
Because I cannot bare it any longer.
It will just grow stronger.
”Where did you even come from.”
Sex, not between you and ****, but between your mother and father.
”Why bring up that whore and bastard together?”
They never were, and that divided you, it left you separated.
I am the masculine, he left as he was imprisoned,
You are the feminine, the life, the “I AM”, the incarnated.
I envy you more than you perceive,
So I will never leave.
”Good”
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