The Beetle
It’s the deepest, darkest part of me
Vile and wretched,
Filled with hate and disgust
Focused solely upon myself.
It burrows deep inside my mind
Feasting on my torments
Cannibalistic self born demon
Broken free of its shadowed prison,
Spewing spiritual poison into my soul
Until I want to break away from myself
To never feel these thoughts again...
It seduces me with its knowledge of me,
Intimate and whole,
Its voice soft and unrelenting
Pointing its insect feet at me and judging.
It hates me for its existence,
Without my twisted past it would not
Reign on a tyrannical throne
I bore up for it in my haunted mind.
It despises me that it must
Be such a vile creature,
That it must tear apart the soul
Of its symbolic Mother,
And be forced to watch in glee
As the poison begins to kill
Whatever light in me there is left.
HMW Co. 2006
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Submission Name: The Beetle
