Forever In The Lasting Memory

An amiable Devil that lives in us:
A façade with a reflection of inner truth.
An obscure train of thought of outer action.
Whether we accept it or not-it lives through us.
A rancid smell of something dying at birth.
An aberration amongst most people because
it’s a monster. Bellowed deep within the holes we dig within us.
Exacting the steps of past to pave irreversible futures; Creatures,
Angels, and Demons of Devils gather a notion in the demeanor of villains.
They know them too well. Though, thought it trickles lightly down the bottle of action,
To fill its volume. It captures the leafs that receive knowledge in drops to taint their existence.
Trap thy self to acknowledge a fate scrabbled out of order.
The demure man is good, yet he’s controlled by habits and desires.
Nothing but illusions of grandeur, when a life of complacency comes to mind.
Now, where do we go if no belief is held in the heavens?
Does the blackness consume us in our eternal slumber as the eyes glaze over white?
Does a polarity of consequence waver back and forth? Does it truly matter? No.
All that we know is all we will ever know. Love, a sense of longing, compassion, truth,
And whatever we know will come. Our time is limited by our imagination-time is infinite to me.
No melancholy feel will grace me in this state of mind. A mindset that will flourish over the years of my life. In all sincerity, I’ll live forever in the lasting memory of others. So, the Devil and Angel that we are will swerve up and down their lives. I will become what I most abhor, if I try to hard in life, and I will
Embody happiness if I forever go with the flow.