A Tale Of The Self

    Against myself I See more enemies inside than outside. I Think you Could kill everything but your own voice and thoughts. In my bed when I go to sleep he or she meets me there, I don't know the name, even the face, and the horror comes together - The body I live Isn't my property anymore.  I eat feeling his presence telling me about those stories I don't want to know. I couldn't go away, I couldn't run from it, he or she meets me in every place. It feels like drowning in a deep and dark ocean. So my mind just let it happen, let it go down, let it... Consent. When the terrible things your beloved ones told you that is wrong - turn mysteriously in the most perfect things. Like a symphony that comes from the muscles of thousands of men in tune. 
    I see art in the broken things. What value the loved things have? I Prefer the excluded, the hated, the despised. I love the one who is in the dark - when all the light is going for the pretty. The mass choice is almost always something superficial boring. The good-looking things already have all the attention they need and more. I Like the mistake. The broken bone. The caos and the destruction fills me with a sort of peace. I'm a kind of people who is always going against the flow - for choice or instinct. Cruelty isn't natural - and it's not about the act. Cruelty is what comes before the act. Only exist in the imagination (like everything). The pleasure starts in the mind? And travel the whole skin... beyond.
   I can se myself as the martyr of a terrible world... Covered in white roses and blood. I see me like the emperor, So... Give me all the pleasure of this world. I'm Napoleon, I'm Ceasar, I'm Christ. I'm nobody. I can disappear of this world right know and nobody would notice. Even better! I have nothing to loose right know. I don't have a mind to loose, or conscience, I'm laughing... Give me more. Everything inside me is screaming right know. I'm a piece of meat. I'm a atom. Exploding in the galaxy. Away from this world. I don't remember the names... Who are you? To... me? Swollen faces. I'm becoming just one thing with the entire cosmos. I'm the planet. I'm the universe. I'm god. I'm nothing. Just a wind. Just the shit. The bizarre things. The hated things. I'm the art. I don't exist. I'm your mind. Who Am I? 

    I'm the silent viewer.