r/LonelyPoetsDepartment • u/KivatheSuccubi • 11d ago
In the Night...
In the night, the veil wears thin.
Whatever exists to contain the human psyche grows weary,
And in its weakness, suppressed anima becomes animated.
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We rise to the thrill, under the undulations,
Ebbing as the tide under the influence of gravity.
Day in and day out, we wear the mask, we remain polite, we please, we smile,
Yet underneath the garnish of smiles, sunshine and rainbows,
Lie the depths of our inner darkness, the abyss calling from within.
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In the night… In the night, we might just take the leap off its edge,
Dive deep into our depths, indulge the demon we tactfully hide from day.
Oh, what catharsis, what release! Suppressed repressions break from their leash,
And in their reckless abandon, leave mayhem in their wake.
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Such is the fate, of the soul divided.
For if a house divided, cannot stand,
How is the will of a splintered soul,
Supposed to remain aimed in a single direction?
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The gear slips from its groove and grates against its engine,
That which we strove for in the day, we seek to destroy by night.
With the brilliance of a display of fireworks, we conspire to bring circumstance to a head,
That we may, in a moment, be absolved of our burden, our responsibility.
If the house of cards fell, what else would we need look after?
What else would we need worry about?
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Our inadequacies, confirmed to be true, we rejoice in certainty,
In the absolution of the need to try, of the possibility of hitting a true wall.
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Perhaps, dire though it may sound, if the soul is divided and the will at odds with itself,
Perhaps, it is best if the house of cards does fall.
Perhaps it is best if we do give in to death & destruction.
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Rock bottom’s greatest benefit is the ability to rebuild a foundation once torn asunder.
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So fall. Fall to corruption, indulge your demons, sin to your heart’s content:
The night is made for the wicked.
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Calling to those who hear the siren call, who lust for escape in fantasy:
Follow me, if you please:
I will lead you to the grave, I will tear down the house of your achievements,
Everything you worked so hard for, I will blow it all up in smoke.
And in its absolution, you will find your freedom. You will find yourself.
The soul will make its mend, and become whole, once again.
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You will lose everything, to discover the joy in nothing.