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Monday, June 2, 2008
8:27 AM

I will deviate, just a little from what i normally do on this blog. That is, to post a poem straight out. For today, I'm going to say my piece afore i lay down the fruit of my mind's ponderings.

I havent been very well in the head, these past days. It's truly like an illness of the mind, more so than of the body. For my body has never been better, but my mind rankles like rusted chains, a loathsome maggot hole. Sleep has eluded me these past nights, laying me bare to night's slow passage, as if Time herself has little presence there. But what is the cause?

Jealousy. Fear. Hatred. Doubt.

All my demons seem to be congregating within to do me uncalled for harm and damage. As if i needed them to do this now. My exams are within 2 weeks. Concentration and focus have already been lost, need they plunder it further? Merciless scraps of demonhood.

Even now, as i type these words, the demons grow. making themselves apart of me more and more so, inseperable. like siamese twins. to cut one off, is to deny me life.

And so. i end it here. with a poem. familiar are you with a poem that goes "Oh how do i love thee, a hundred ways"?

i ask blind questions. questions without hindsight, without reply. without hope of ackowledgement. i've been a fool for so long.


The twinkling twilight,
The perfume of rose beds.
All merge into a collage,
A pleasent painting.

How do i hate thee?
Oh a hundred and one ways.
All the little things in the world,
That mount to larger things, beyond comprehension.

The glint of the evenstar in your hair,
Your scent that seemingly lights the night.
Oh and your voice!
One may be lost in't for an eternity.

Sweet demon, how do i hate thee so!
Innocent rogue. Beautiful villian!
Oh the pain ye have caused me so!
Like a dagger in the heart, beside Cupid's dart!

Fare't well, balmy breath.
The glow of your face that has cost lives of Man.
Trangress'd love is manifested in thee,
Of which, i will play no part.

How to i hate you? Oh what is the number?
One hundred and one ways it is,
Or in better manners,
In as many ways as i love thee.

Romulus Demonicus


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