09-30-2012, 04:56 PM
A slowly turning face in a dark room,
like some terrible flower opening,
reveals the extent of a man's disfigurement.
My favourite villains are always fucked up
by one of chance's games,
emerging from the wake of pain
with faces gouged. I can't love a madman
unless he's been hurt.
The road to evil is paved not with good intentions
but a writer's contrivances; the soul of God
looking down and divining a crash.
A man's heart can be malleable,
changed beyond recognition by random hands.
And when like a flower he unfolds himself anew
you will see just dementia and pain.
like some terrible flower opening,
reveals the extent of a man's disfigurement.
My favourite villains are always fucked up
by one of chance's games,
emerging from the wake of pain
with faces gouged. I can't love a madman
unless he's been hurt.
The road to evil is paved not with good intentions
but a writer's contrivances; the soul of God
looking down and divining a crash.
A man's heart can be malleable,
changed beyond recognition by random hands.
And when like a flower he unfolds himself anew
you will see just dementia and pain.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe