🔵 By Thomas Riffenburg. Photo by lauragrafie.
MIND – There are thoughts within my mind, emotions within my chest, that I desire to drive from me…
SPIRIT – “Wicked man that I am, is hate and destruction beneficial to me? Is all that I am reduced to, what others provoke me to be?”
MIND – I sigh heavily more and more as the day grows long, stale from its lack of inspiration. It’s an ugly day, and yet all my days I find to be ugly. With tears that always threaten to fall, I despair at the cruel fortune bestowed upon me, yet it’s fiery anger that refuses to allow them to fall …
SPIRIT – “O my soul, has beauty of tears been swiped from you? Can not the tenderest feelings, nor even the saddest of tales summon for the sacrifice of soul, to declare with tears the beauty or agony of such a thing?”
MIND – I fear my mind is being taken from me, a process which I can see happen day after day, not from flesh and blood is it lost, but from cold brick and steel, from solitary’s cruel grasp upon me, ever slowly taking from me, ever more stealing that which I know not, for anger, the child of solitary’s womb, fills the void eagerly…
SPIRIT – “Have I lost something? What was it? Please, I need to remember, I cannot stop you from taking from me, but I need to remember, cannot even my memories see the man I was? A man who use to be whole, full of life, perhaps even beautiful of spirit, is there no mercy to be had within your cold enclosure? … I cannot remember if mercy ever was real, was its touch tender? Did it weep for the pitiful like me? I cannot remember… I cry the last tears of this man, secretly, alone in a dark corner of his spirit I cry, for I too feel myself changing, anger is overtaking me and I am weak, much too weak, could I remember, then perhaps I could resist but there is no resistance now, no help to be had, perhaps anger is just in its cause, I have none to ask, solitary permits none but me, so I am ever alone, my final tear falls… Anger embraces me in its righteous arms.”
MIND – Alone and upset, despised and forsaken, I know only anger…
SPIRIT – “Down with it all!” Summon hell-fire to scorch it all! There’s no injustice in it, the world cared not at my torture even sanctioned it by law! T’was correction! Ha ha ha! The sweet correction of mother solitary, she took from me all my pain, I remember it no more! I am new! So with three cheers I’ll be celebrated at my birth! A new member within the ranks of power, come! See! Witness as I too perfect the higher calling of torture! Watch me strip the humanity from people. T’is useless, weak humanity! Punish, punish, punish, it’s the only way! They’ll soon all know the price of mistakes! Ha ha ha! Never will I allow sympathy or mercy to shine from me! Oh no! I’ve learned well! There’s no discussions to be had at your failures! Your humanity sickens me! To the dungeon! Lock him in solitary’s box! A gift for you, a gift! You’ll come to learn that to feel any other but anger is weak! It’s mad! Only anger can kill your weakness! The holy child of solitary is strong, a king! Embrace, embrace, embrace! Ha ha ha! After years you’ll be perfect.
Come. Join us all. Only we, solitary’s adopted, truly understand the proper way to show people how to live! Solitary for the world! Ha ha ha! Sanction her! Yes, sanction her more! Let every man and woman feel her wholesome touch! My mother! My beautiful mother! Start with the young. Yes, with the young! To the dungeon! Tortures the only way to achieve perfection. A gift for all. Place them in a concrete box. Hold them tightly mother! They’ll become better. Ha ha ha! Perfect when anger is king! Ha ha ha!