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Destruction of a Part of Me-

Destroyed by my own desire
I spin through the morbid pile of ash that once contained a soul
Too late I realized my fatal attraction
The hooks of the victor glide through my flesh
Into the fire of the passion that was bestowed upon me I am being dragged
I fight in vain against my mental restraint
The hooks sink deeper into my heart
My fingers are grated to the bone as they bleed my regret
Cast away from the tattered remains of my sanity
Wrapping myself in the chains of my foe as I continue to spin, out of control
Across this ground of charred flesh and bone my fingers find a skull imbedded
It screams for me not to hold lest I loose it from its nook of safety
At last it gives and we are flung once more across the land of the dead
My spinning has stopped as have my companion’s screams
As we look upon our captor he turns to face us
From beneath hood and robes I can feel his loathing for me
He approaches despite our resumed screaming to cast us into the fire
Before he does so he removes his cowl revealing to us his identity
Peering into burning eyes I see something that I had lost
Who I was before desire was staring back at me
A bond of time between us all shows my companion and I what cannot be seen
Past, present, and future united at last
Knowing this I am cast into the fire but not without a reason
He hated me and I hate him and my skull hates us both
In this we are alike
By hating each other we hate ourselves
I hate myself.

Accompanying quote: “Love the past, and hate the now, to control the future.”

Description
Destruction of a Part of Me-

Destroyed by my own desire
I spin through the morbid pile of ash that once contained a soul
Too late I realized my fatal attraction
The hooks of the victor glide through my flesh
Into the fire of the passion that was bestowed upon me I am being dragged
I fight in vain against my mental restraint
The hooks sink deeper into my heart
My fingers are grated to the bone as they bleed my regret
Cast away from the tattered remains of my sanity
Wrapping myself in the chains of my foe as I continue to spin, out of control
Across this ground of charred flesh and bone my fingers find a skull imbedded
It screams for me not to hold lest I loose it from its nook of safety
At last it gives and we are flung once more across the land of the dead
My spinning has stopped as have my companion’s screams
As we look upon our captor he turns to face us
From beneath hood and robes I can feel his loathing for me
He approaches despite our resumed screaming to cast us into the fire
Before he does so he removes his cowl revealing to us his identity
Peering into burning eyes I see something that I had lost
Who I was before desire was staring back at me
A bond of time between us all shows my companion and I what cannot be seen
Past, present, and future united at last
Knowing this I am cast into the fire but not without a reason
He hated me and I hate him and my skull hates us both
In this we are alike
By hating each other we hate ourselves
I hate myself.

Accompanying quote: “Love the past, and hate the now, to control the future.”