Dwellers
I feel you
living
breathing
thinking
deep within the confines
of my shadowy psyche
your presence is palpable
visceral
I am not alone
my emotions
obsessions
my impulses are not yet mine
exclusively
I
am not
we
are dwellers
and we are at odds
conflicted
torn between the heroic
and the horrific
dark evil urges
spawned in the blackest voids of my soul
at war with inclinations toward the sacred
a precarious balance
between the compulsion to ravage
and the wisdom to relish
between a mania to consume
and a desire to sustain
between murder
and mercy
madness
and clarity
the duality rages unchecked
struggles
against the constraints of convention
and the confusion of mindless chaos
stirring the unquenchable ache
to break the shackles of acquiescence
to rise above morality
longing for raw freedom
to unleash the beautiful beast within
the essence of natural self
to be Nietzsche’s begotten
attentive to impulse
guided by core instinct
but
I think
therefore I am
at odds
for life
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2012