Finding Strange Eternities - Aconitum

I am so

drenched, soaked, drowning in

violence,

that I have forgotten

what it is to be kind,

to be gentle.

These lands are beautiful.

They're beautiful.

They're so amazingly beautiful.

And I cannot continue this straight, narrow road I was brought up on.

Mother Nature screams for a revolution.

And She's beautiful.

And I would give anything for

Her.

And we need the type of love

that is

murder-suicide. Violent.

And yet people who are hurting stand by each other.

Love. Community.

All of Mother Nature is woven together.

Love. Eternity.

I'm the illusion of a person and my life is

blood red.

And I don't even know what life is and

I don't want to.

I just want blood red.

My pen is for the proletariat.

My madness is for the proletariat.

My pain is for the proletariat.

My not-life, my not-humanity, my not-heart.

Because I know the truth. And Godspeed to you.

If I could make those

devastation-soaking eyes of her's

smile,

that would be so much better than

being alive.

Darkness, darkness, let me be light.

Melancholia, let me be healing.

Don't cry, Mother Nature, please don't cry.

If you smile at me and I take myself home,

would I become my own darkness?

Would I become my own name?

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