I am...

[Robert M]

I am..

the bruised ego,
that refuses to let go,
the scar left on your minds thoughts,
the manifestation of insanity,
that tells you the world is yours alone to control.

I am...

the Id that talks behind your Ego's back,
that tells it to do things that will bring your conscience to pallid pallor,
that will make your heart and conscience feel shame.

I am...

the amorphic atrophy of morality,
that brings about the totality of your moral centers' collapse,
the voice that yells over your conscience,
when it is given the light of angels,
so that the devils darkness may overlap.

I am...

the reverly of the Devil,
that plays in the playground of your soul,
that treats your spirit like a plaything,
that assaults you minds control.

...and do you feel it?
the jackhammer of a heart that can no longer beat,
and than beats like a freight train out of control?
Do you feel the heat of the hellfires furance that laid hidden in your hearts hearth,
awating its' birth with the red hot prodding of the secret intention,
that is your ego's hidden invention?

...and do you feel the invasion of your minds sanctum sanctorum?
the violation of the sancity of your minds peace?

Do you hear the malific melody of a consant chanting of devilish sounds in your mind?
a demonic chanting of sound,
the meaning of which,
your mortal mind cannot find?

I feel it,
for I am all of this and more,
as I hide like curled black smoke inside your thoughts,
a sinister smoke curled into itself,
as I derail your minds thought process,
and guide it to mallicious machinations;
I sprout the seeds of invasion,
as I act as that delirious deus ex machina in your mind,
and I entice your mind into morbid fascinations and compulsions,
the thoughts that would turn the devil himself pale,
if these fascinations and compulsions he could bring to reality through magical incantations.

..but what am I really?
...that...
is something you will have to discover on your own...