just another thought

Just another thought

I am the winter moon, the harvest feeding… weeping patience.
I can offer nothing more then these words.
What is left? Exposing myself?
I fear that you shall find the demon that you came to see, now that he is free, free to wander but alas what residue lies between these words, old and stale flailing about as dead skin. I cower between two worlds looking through a parasitic scope of disgust at my audience laughing and playing as I sit and fester, but soon you shall all learn the reasons for hating this life, but fear death for hell shall surely follow, look upon me! A vile fertilization spawning a demon seed… Subdue my anger! For contain it I cannot; the constructive shell lingering about strangulating the very life from my body as I watch my endeavors collapsing before me. With an awkward eye, oh how the devil held me so close in those days…
What is this that lies before me? I cannot harbor the fact that these very pages hold my secrets, my dreams, (possibly prophecies in which I have yet found to exist). Exasperating all resources I fall hollow, the extraction of these thoughts leaves me empty, exhausted I lie there immobilized from the struggle weeping