Manifest of Terror

Introspection Gone Amok

I look within and turn myself inside and out
Removing fear with scalpel and tweezers
Searching for tumorous defect with scrutinizing reflection
But staring too hard brings tears to my eyes
Blurs the inner pause
So cancer becomes flesh

This mad surgery of my existence and potential
Deeming it necessary by doubt and shame
Criticizing the weave of the fibers that make a man
It is easy to forget my own ignorance
In knowing the truth
I do not know my composition

Action and decision transform into rolling die
Gambling on animal instinct and prayer
Breathing less while waiting upon confounded result
And interpreting every illuminated discovery
With a shadow's eye
Wish for a new draw

Variance splits empirical thought and logic
Lamenting over frustration and fixation
Searching for comforting patterns in chaotic innards
But my disrupting divination distorts
Make sense of nothing
Make everything of chance

The bones are carved with reminders to muscles
Repeating a chorus of origin and pathology
Deciphering crude pictures drawn of days long past
For one's core is indelible worn within
Impact the man
Resonate in growth

In the end the figure has grown unrecognizable
Mirroring desire and despair of the hunt
Transforming honesty within to hollow projection
No more operations may be performed
Wait for recovery
Acceptance gone terminal

Author's Note

I found one can look inside themselves too much.

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Perfectly formed,