so I wrote this for my English class and idk if that title would be considered plagiarism so oops
Withered Third Eye:
I can feel you here.
I do not understand your presence that suppresses me so
Or is it I that stifles you?
You lurk within my shadow, or better yet, you are my shadow,
Guiding my conscience through the depths of sin.
I’ve looked before and I’ll look again, until I discover
What you’re hiding from me,
What I’m hiding from you
I face the shadow with open arms, welcoming any atrocity it allows itself to muster.
I shall take this and bear it,
Keeping myself aware yet at bay,
Undergoing and enduring the vicious,
To better conceive the pure.
I see you now before me.
Your presence weakens the light surrounding
I look intently, digesting your wicked purity.
I shall embrace this new darkness and enjoy its idyllic discontentment.
Finally ripping free from the fear of confusion,
The projection of unknown onto the unaware,
The not so blissful ignorance of my own being.
You scoff at my attempts of forcing you down.
But scoff no more as I set you free, and I in turn fly with you.
The understanding of the one I once turned my head from,
The contented acceptance that all things must be as intended,
And they must not be repressed but nurtured and cared for,
My shadow,
I.
A constant dine
of twine combined
with reflective self-shine.
I digest the rest
whilst I test
this
soul-ip-sistic
test.
Shadows appear
as faces contorted
from squeezing out of the depths;
writhing with angst and expectations
and screams that vibrate every atom
in two temporal directions. . .
tainting scenes from the past
pre-painting scenes that will pass
Sit with your silhouette
find the exact point
at which it touches you
and bleed into its being
Fill it fully
see the red that its eyes see
and freeze the historical scenes
into cubic holographs
that you can analyze
and pick apart
for every ounce of
causative matter
that has
enraged you with such high expectations for this world and for yourself.
