Escaping Escape

He was indoctrinated by a shadow; phantasm forms with phantoms.

A subjective Chaos Theory that "poses" itself as random.

An unconcerned dissection of a connection I once held tightly.

The pen or the sword, my hand wields them that's mighty.

It's the hand that leans toward my casket.

It's unsightly as it delves into grotesque madness.

A bloodied bond brought beyond balanced boundaries of choice in my destiny.

I allowed the dissonance of fortune and misfortune to cloud my judgment, neglecting the search for a remedy.

The pinnacle of my "after all" formed my leading principles.

A purpose created and fulfilled in nihilism and misanthropy. How cynical.

A participating observer in the lack of empathy in humanity.

I conceal my barbaric nature behind a face full of smiles comprehended through apathy.

A deepening discord directly divides what coexists in me that doesn't coincide.

Another fallacy filled falsely revealed debate.

Self-preservation's attempt to ensure its vain survival in its propensity to present its pretentious case.

A crimson-stained white wolf mask protects underneath a plague-formed miasmic gas.

In it, an ambition unsatisfied accompanied by a child prepared to die.

The child was holding onto his crimson-streaked white wolf mask.

Ask himself the answer to the obsessed question, "How bad is bad?"

" Or how evil is evil? " Since he was everything to every one of his people.

Yet he wasn't theirs, a one-sided love reproved by their absence when he didn't do enough.

A tumor of hate became apathy's abscess transforming into sepsis of maleficence.

Seraphs spared no judgments when the arrows to shoot the child down had missed.

The panic of the arrows hastened the spread of infection and provided the evil spirits bliss.

The evil spirits repulsed by the arrows possessed the child jumping into his bone marrow.

A mutualistic relation through evil's parasitic nature.

Allowed him to survive through their well-timed arrival.

Holding onto the skin of avarice, superbia, irá, and acedía pulled him through grim trials.

Though the very resources of survival also left him defiled.

In truth, his sinful behavior dismissed everything he believed was stolen from him.

The moment he allowed the spirits to make decisions for himself.

He invited all of his fears to accompany him into his hell.

Desiring a path to defeat his evil habits.

He meditated and faced his demons in the silence of his madness.

He realized drugs were not the answer, and neither was alcohol.

Music, as much as it understood him, only delayed the inevitable.

Sitting in the silence of the aftermath of his self-created storm.

He stepped onto the path to relieve himself of his perpetual self-harm.

Steps he made, and he still takes challenges along the way.

Emotion and fear no longer rule him as he faces his walk to the truth without dismay.