Unholy Archon: Obsession, Bondage, Love- His Many Faces

 

Are you then, 

   The Archon over my Soul? 

Watcher, invisible chain. Bound souly 

   and helplessly 

Disillusioned in my Sovereignty? 

  This heart of mine, chained 

To your flesh 

And your blood.  Decayed in grey.  Void; 

  Humiliation my resting ground, 

     Shrugged off, as with my Ego. 

Would any of it matter....

   Without you? 

Colors of vapid despondence, 

   Yet only a tincture I know. 

  As if I drank it once upon a time...

  and then for all of eternity, 

Found myself bound. Oh Devil. 

  Are you in fact then....

Archon over me? Greying evolution in feigned spiritual delight? Masked up to contracts 

Pretense of choice?

  Presenting as God. 

  Presenting as Void. 

  Presenting as Light. 

Grey matter, in my soul, of your absense. 

  Hardly color at all, especially on Grey Days. 

And of what could I do, 

  To free myself of thee? 

  But wipe your name from memory? 

Short of death, I will always know you. 

  Haunted then forever,

 By the ripple of my land you touched. 

  I will always know you...

Until death does this apart, severing you from me. 

  yet into the next life, 

Will you only have, 

 Another name?