Heαveɴ or The Iɴғerɴo

Cretan monstrosity aged atop Greek earth; maternal love, and hated father, both lost. From this zenith, evil incarnate yon on high, beloved senses ancient and alive from celestial circles of the hot and cold cosmos all-wield to the cosmic guillotine at the mercy of none who still listened, and at the tyranny of whomever is there to witness their wages paid in full with blood, beaten by their own brothers and sisters as they are reaped. They looked to me and I could hear voices drowned out beneath other voices who drown the cries of their latter. And so I looked back upon them and answered,

"No."

The circumstances of my birth revealed that I live, and die, to heal - heal even broken stars or hallowed out souls, but never able to truly heal myself and seems all to be a Shakespearean art form; to transform this tragedy into the words which I now stir, versed in the retelling of Good and Evil as if I am the designer of the rage and vanity I've always known. It was then I realized that God didn't save me, Poetry did. So I lived: to suffer, to desire, to destroy, to understand and collect these wild elements so that I may transmute them from like base metal and into gold. Such a feat is not without cruelty, however. There exists an unnatural content of numbness, or inhuman vagueness, separate from the skin, like pieces of oneself turning synthetic and desensitized instincts, or vital chambers of the heart which is essential to the human nature. But from this oblivion arises clarity - as states such as panic, wrath or chaos relate closer to the alcoholic burn of Absinthe which has grown acclimated; as if one drinks with the gods every phasing moon. Yet I can still feel love at its most primeval form. Despair, joy, heartbreak and their like are no longer barbed fences, but become the stones in which I take to build a tower high enough to reenter into Heaven and return all that which I have ever consumed. In this manner, I've named every star in Babylon's dark sphere, I've fiercely broken my own heart to reassemble the shards, and I've even kissed Annihilation on the lips because I knew, as I know now, that I would live and attain immortality long enough to fulfill such a tower, my life's work, unless my heart stops in the arms of an old lover, which is also great.

-Antitheus