Abuse

Women visit me from hell.

She spooks me. I don't know her. I wait and watch. Her every move, her subtle glance sucks my mind, like a parasite, but worse because it is burning. Gliding quietly across the room. Her eyes meet mine. Bubbling up under my skin, something screams at me to realize her dark intent. ever so meaningless as it may seem at the time that it is appropriate to do such things . I really don't have the nerve to speak or spell what it is exactly I am trying to think and do. It becomes apparent precisely what my intentions are pulling me towards, but its my mind that is the one pushing me against everything I have ever done and everything I will ever do and everything I will ever think of doing. It burns in my heart: a deep, unrelentless feeling that surges over my body becoming ever so apparent to her. She senses my fear and comes running, from the back of her mind, her deepest thoughts, uncharted terrain that was, at one time, impossible to tread upon. But I succeeded, throwing my ways and means upon her unsuspecting ego that I have already dissected in my mind. At last, we unite as one holding only one thing together. That thing being that which is all important . Much, much more than the wishes and hopes of any seemingly normal twosome. Holding the cup far above our heads. Wanting to take a drink of the forbidden juice. The cup overflows and unleashes its evil, but oh so soothing and gentle, power upon us both, eliminating all but the two that originally were designated to taste the fruit that has been taken from the garden of hate. These thoughts must be immediately uprooted and destroyed if the fate of the universe shall persist under normal circumstances. The mere idea of it makes me quiver. A cube that is constantly evolving to such a point where it becomes all encompassing and all become blind to the fact that it is omnipresent. what is the origin of this permeating force? Death? Love? The holder of the key to the gate of foolishness? No. No one enters, no one exits. The reality of each and every individual reeks of its existence. Most people, scared, try to deny it's presence. Most won't even realize its full potential of it's power to abuse it's power. Most choose to ignore it. For me, and her, it is the single most vital thing that cannot be overlooked and must be confronted. In full view of that line of thinking, we can combat it. Many battles may be won, but the bloody war will never be at a point where one might say that it would be at an end. This, I assume, will be a never ending struggle for oneness with nothingness. December 24,91