Running Upon Iron Scales

I look at your eyes, I look at your face, I move my eyes with your every sigh, I blink with your heart's every beat, I listen to the melancholy tap of your feet.I see you, but you do not see what I see.Why do you sigh methodically? You sigh whenever the sun hides behind the clouds, because it makes you tranquil and that very tranquility drives you mad.Pace, haste, speed, need, you are familiar with all these gripes, yet you do not know what they are.If I were to put you in a room, with no windows, no clocks, scant air, all you would know is cries of mercy: mercy from sisters, brothers, bishops, ants, nieces.You would cease to care what anyone or anything is all you would see is how they can help you.

If I were to steal your home, would you live in the same way? No, life would cease to be table-cloths, pillow sheets, hot and cold water; it would become hunger.And what does hunger, of any kind, beget? Violence! Not only for what you need but towards yourself.You will attack your every thought, you will seek weapons with which to sodomize your every lust.You would become an animal.Do you know why? Because you are an animal: an animal with the scent of Narcissus.You believe your gifts above all else, you believe in your senses as in gods, you live like Caligula, and what's more you believe yourself to be eternal.Eternal? Do you think Nature will perverse her laws just for you? Cretin!

You've not become who you are, you've been made who you are.You believe in God because you've been made to, yet still you believe your faith to be divine.You love your friends because you've been made to, but how can you flaunt such love when it is accidental? Others who have no friends to love are not blahspemers, they've just not been made to love.We all feel.But how better it would be if we realized that all we feel or believe in, is an accident...all of it! We would appreciate it more rather than spending time composing psalms and prayers to an empty altar.

We are animals made to feel!

In your stiffened lips I can see you hate me.In your slowing breath I can see you wish me gone.With your right hand holding it's brother you show me I am not important enough to take up your time.Then tell me! Cretin! Tell me! Show me your fangs with the poison dripping at the tip; such an ugly side of you but it is yours! You have it, I have it, we all have it.Then show it! Do not let your accidents hamper your animalistic frustration.

With those words I will leave you, and you will forget all I've said, I know.But the spirits born from my words will forever be your minds only testament.