Hostage

Bursting out of my seams, having contained awful truths and pretty lies, I’m running out of time. Mysteries lie as they were, puzzles spring up, crisis unfurls. Lurking behind the weapon of a fitting excuse I change my hide and cry in tune. Troubled and torn I can own but weary I get with the sum of its toll. Wishing a different past and reciting well known and borrowed beliefs, have taken me far away from a darkness that had blinded me. But I never get too far, the darkness manifests as a slithery black hole, pulling with it the perfect world I had built. The darkness I fear no more. The shadows may be brought to the light of day. Let it burn through my eyes to the back of my head but let it show itself in its most awesome and powerful form, just as it has always promised itself to be - overwhelming, life shattering. Once and for all let it be shown to me in its stark nakedness and sloth and lose its power to manifest and mutate in to prettier figures with ugly faces. The shadow will remain, but not without my body that owns it. No more am I hostage to the devil's of an alter ego's creation.