Growth - Gird Your Loved in Armour While yet You Wither
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This is going to hurt.
Submission always does.

Joining the parade of grief
an absurd carnival charging onward to the eclipse...
Forward, stumbling blindly, with high hopes of release
Abyssic relief
Forward!

Reaching forth toward those parasites of atonement
Feeling them burrow deep into vein
Watching the hollowness manifest in unprecedented ways

Even the strongest pillar caves in
even the iron heart shatters.
The shelter a fortress gives is as weak as the fault in you.

This is going to hurt...
As the end is wont to do.
Forward!

The tunnel of misery tightens to singularity
The pinpoint brightens...
To illuminate strange doorways
For which my heart yearns
And from where emancipation beckons

I have chosen the endless possibilities in the abstract of leaving.
Unburdened in darkness and whispering the promise of absence
I have clothed myself in bitterness
Unashamed of my nakedness,
undefeated by my will

Gird your loved in armour while yet you wither
Drag the mottled hope from your frame
Given over to the loved

With all limbs thrown to abandon and the husk discarded as all lesser things are
The sorrow slowly smothered as an abomination,
and with it I am scourged of my self-disgust
and suddenly this is a celebration

To gird your loved in armour while yet you wither

Carving my fate with hands of iron
Into linoleum and oblivion
Spraying rust
In rivers
Become floods
Left for you to find
Left for you to curse your sight