Visitere

There is little left in shadows once we've shined a beam of light into every crevice. So are my bearings, that I should explore what makes me "me". Sometimes, what I find is not pleasant. Most of time, it's simple. I'm not a bright beam.
Little can I share; conformity, solitude, love. I carry the burdens of a family, the dreams of an artist and the hope of innocence. Like a coin, I'm double sided, resting my face upon the tail of devils. I'm darker than the beam of light.
From a nine to five, I find little comfort beyond monetary masturbation. Only by digging into the oil well of my imagination can I truly appreciate life, and then it is only an emotional suicide.
Cancer took my joy, yet I am healthy. Life blotted out the smile, yet I am content. Truth denies my perversions, yet I am satisfied.
My name is Visitere, and I hate as a hobby.
God hath no place in me.

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