Insane Beauty
I am insanely beautiful because I am beautifully insane. I havebeen playing with the monsters and they have taken me into the dark andnow the darkness is in me. And it's beautiful. To feel more clearly. To know that everything is unknown is true knowledge. The light becomes dark. What was once comforting now alien. The dark hightens my senses. I feel. I taste. I smell. I understand. I see. And they try to sedate me. Try to tell me that the light is good and the dark is bad. But only I know because I have been there. I will not be sedated. I have akready become the monster and consumed all of the darkness. And I am the true essence of chaos. And it's so beautiful.
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