Mythos

The holy spirit has finally left me alone.

It was about 9 in the morning when I repeated the words "Apo Pantos Kakodaimonos"

My eyes became clear and the scales grew back, on my arms.

The weight and thorn grieving my shoulders was abandoned.

I looked around and saw you everywhere Mother.

Now I understand why She went away again.

Because there is no I, just riddles and sigils drawn down inside.

I was always your closest disciple following You wherever You would go.

Just not there, just not right now.

I'll just wait on the outskirts of meaning, for the moment to pass me by.

I am spinning and rewinding the tapes that captured every single conversation We have had.

Being aware of someone else's otherness has come with the price of poverty.

In these beggars rags I am content as can be, knowing the hope in the moment of the next Because.

I am not written off, just silently fading away by my own desire.

Desire to overcome something not yet done, but what has already gone too far.

I am catching up to everything that I have left behind.

So look into my good eye and tell me You understand the liar before and inside of me.

Dru with re-edits by Janeczka