Optic Questions

By Inventure

On Sociopath

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I defy these stars tonight

As they align, I disregard time

I lay awake conversing with entities in bed

But I do not depend on the interpretation of what mystic beings whisper in my head

"Come my child and you shall see, I am the keeper of your being"

No, I am my own god

I’ll carry my own weight

I’ll bear my own mistakes

Stray the path that’s laid before me to create my divine fate

You should already know as I take you by your hand and open the door, that you cannot stand there looking up and down as if to say what are we waiting for

What are we waiting for

What lies reside beyond that door

Your pessimistic guidance, I’m unsure

Bright light

Swallowing

Wide eyed

Questioning

And I question this trick

I’m not falling for it

Or your petty bullshit

I defy these stars tonight

As they align, I disregard time

I lay awake conversing with entities in bed

But Tommy B told me to lay this path myself with the bones of enemies

I lay my path with the bones of my enemies

I breathe the dreams that the night may bring to me

I am excellence, born of stardust, human defilement, I am conscious