Opening the Gates

Discontented being, flung aside from society, shunned for outwardly exposed ideology. Unbeknownst to the world, he crumbles his domain. 2000 years ago, the temple of Jerusalem was felled by the destruction of a single man. In the same way, he turns on his own being and duels thousands upon thousands of Roman soldiers, attempting to win the chance to forever lay with the lover that is his true self. His aura, spotted onyx, is slashed and shredded, breaking the chains of sin and self-loathing, making a proper fanfare for the precious and pure canvas upon which a new person will be painted, using brighter and more resilient hues. Never without struggling and suffering, this bodacious metamorphosis leaks rage and the liquid life essence one needs to survive. Flattered by old habits turning attractive, an almost sheen, he clings to former ways, finding false beauty within the fabrications conjured up by the waning darkness fighting to reconquer its host. It flows through the veins of its victim, seizing the clean wherever it can, its molten grip scorching the new occupant. Realizing his internally committed crime, he continues to hack and slash, dismantling the unwanted foe, former friend. Expressed in scarlet, his turmoil shows evident, spilling from his soul over the clash inside. The wild and jagged attack is crude but necessary. Lucifer led his brethren against God, bringing agonizing torments to the righteous. In the end, though, the sincere and honest won while the corrupt were cast away, only to reside within gravestones, midnight horrors, and the pinpricks of everyday life. The same ebony livelihood battles for control, its wisps wishing to claim another life for greed, gluttony, lust, and the like. The man, the broken, beaten, battered, and dying man, though, he dies just to open the gates to the light.