An Ode to My Anam Cara by Mayhem-Artist, literature
Literature
An Ode to My Anam Cara
This is why I am alive
For when my soul mate would arrive
No longer shall I understand the Devil’s mind
No longer shall I always fall behind
She is my dear, my love, my only one
She is both my moon and my sun
No longer shall I always be alone
No longer shall I face the unknown
Candle star matrix within a repeating gyro-glass
My one way ticket from the never-ending morass
No longer shall I be a sorcerer in the limitless dark
No longer shall I remain this solitary monarch
She is my flaxen-haired goddess who in me we unify
With eyes that are colored a blue like the sky
No longer shall I spend my life in sin or contraband
No longer shall I
Chapter I: Welcome
“Four boxes of clothes. Seven boxes of knick-knacks. Two boxes of documents, photo albums, and vinyl records . . . Hmm. I’m missing one.”
My eyes scanned the freshly organized attic. The dust had been banished, the cobwebs destroyed, and all creatures kicked out. All that remained were the boxes containing my late grandmother’s belongings. At least, what she wanted me to keep. Anything not mentioned in her will had been sold in a yard sale, but now I was worried I may have sold one thing too many.
“A black box with red designs,” I whispered to myself as I went about checki
It taunts me. Digs its nails into the deepest, darkest part of my soul, and tears it out so that the tainted pieces may bathe in the light of reality. Like Judas betraying Christ, it causes my own mind to go against and destroy itself.
I am reaching the end of my wits. My sanity slips through my fingers like dry sand, crumbling into a pile of dust that will easily be blown away with the wind.
As time ticks by, I feel myself slowly wasting away. In the end, I will be nothing more than an empty shell; another victim to add to the already massive pile.
And the worst part? I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't know anything li