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I hadn't thought I could find
such an impressive gateway
in my entire life,
Until my mother had to die.

A gateway into the darkness
of the human mind.
A void so lacking light
it suffocates.

It clings to my skin
and drowns me in
A torrent of my own evil.

Mother dearest, did you have to die?

My heart tells me
Otherwise. But this void
in my head insists
upon my righteousness.

An arrogance, deep-rooted
inside of me
from many a year
of proud heritage.

Pride.
A vicious human construct;
A mechanism that kicks in to
smite and destroy.

An ever-growing tower
of riches, appealing to the
many but only capturing
A few.

Those living in halls
of greed, may attempt
to climb it but it
is not for the faint of heart.

Many a poor sod has it cut down with its barbed tresses.

I did not seek to strike it
Down. Nevertheless
I toppled the tower
of my family's pride.

The secret of pride is
its fake goodness.
A rosy apple,
rotten to the core.

And how did I discover all of this?

By opening this gateway
Adorned with liquid
of the fallen.
Bloody.

I heard the darkness
come knocking
one moon before
I opened its door.

And stepped through to let it engulf me.

It whispered in my ear
A ditty- so pretty.
What a shame it slipped my mind.
Oh yes, that's it!

Mother dearest had to die.

We all harbour a little
darkness, some more
than others. But it's always
There.

Clawing at the edges of our
Consciousness.
Begging to be let in.

I let it coax me and
whisper in my ear.
a blanket when I'm cold,
Yet something I fear.

A knife in my hand, as I-
Mother dearest... you had to die.