Inner Villian's Retaliation

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Inner Villain's Retaliation

Shadows peak over landscape mistakes,

in the dark, flawless ruin's life suffocates,

the metronome of beating blood has run

like water slowing in rivers barracaded

with pollution so foul it cannot be undone,

lest death itself somehow be medicated.

Decadent time flows refusal of all fates,

destruction binds the soul to sleep alone,

but in deepest sleep the monster awakes,

an undead soldier rising into the unknown,

abandoned ruin as the heart's only home.

Midas reached the skies before he died,

half-dead, turning things into black gold,

these nightmares taken, tried, solidified,

impressions on sanity to make it erode;

yet troubled journey, altered and denied,

greater the waking beast's desire to fly.

Reason refusing to swallow it's demons,

generating chaos ordains evil's antiquity,

mind always sentencing itself to treason,

but these rivers still run towards the sea,

what seeks to destroy me, recreates me.