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I feel you
living

breathing

thinking

deep
within
the confines
of my
shadowy psyche

your presence
is palpable
visceral

I
am not alone

my emotions
obsessions

my impulses
are not yet
mine
exclusively

I
am not

we are

and
we are
at odds

conflicted

schizoid

torn
between
the heroic

and
the horrific

dark
evil urges

spawned
in
the dank
blackness
of
a soulless
void

at war

with
an inclination
toward
the sacred

the desire
to uplift

nurture

to seek
balance
between
the compulsion
to
ravage

and
the wisdom
to
embrace

the
unfettered mania
to
consume
and corrupt

and
the foresight
to
sustain

between
murder
and mercy

madness
and clarity

the duality
rages
unchecked

struggles
against
the constraints
of
convention

morality

and
the confusion
of
mindless chaos

stirring
the
unquenchable ache
to break
the shackles
of
suppressive
acquiescence

longing
for
genuine freedom

until

ever so
gradually

imperceptibly

the
moral voice
and
the manic whisper
are stifled
and
still

rendered mute

unleashing
the power
of the
beautiful beast
within

the
natural
essence

primitive self
birthed

I
am now
one

Nietzsche’s begotten

guided by instinct

attentive
to impulse