It happened once. I saw a ghastly freak
Which crept for me by soundless autumn night.
Then frightened, I grasped my walking stick
To hit my companion, prepared to fight.
But since i'd pierced directly to the jaws
The freak with walking stick that in my hand,
The leaves began to fall all over us,
The Earth was shaking, that we couldn't stand.
Then bizarre voices start to talk with me
About my life, my choices and much else.
In quick rotation. Each the voice was mean.
And both of them were sounds from my chest.
The first was bad. The evilest side of mine.
Its rich infernal sweetness had my sound.
Advice it gave me I have underlined:
"Destroy the freak! Do run into the ground!"
It tried to make me imminently lured:
"Why would not please you such a valid creed?"
It asked me kindly spelling each the word.
It's fact that I was talking with the Id.
The second voice from mariana trench
Of heart that has been never harmed by lies
Straight into brain, inside the deepest range,
Began to whisper following advice:
"You live your life by walking loopy road
Repeatedly pass over each the lap
To find a point in this appalling world,
Non understanding that the world is trap.
You try to hold your ground, try to fly
With no defeats, what means with no rewards.
Light-hearted and surrounded by life,
Oblivious of hurting others' hearts.
Why would'nt please you such a stick to perch?
Perhaps, the rust that soaked the air you breathe?
Or bats in belfry that have pierced your flesh?
But answer is behind you and beneath.
Sad weeping creature creeps behind your back.
Its tears - the rain that washes off the road.
You've never seen it. It is just the lack
Of all for what you would have been respond.
Don't judge it either. Watch what really is
The human life - A chain, while links are us.
Though neighbour links are made with thorns and stings,
We all must cling, and this is all we must.
Appalling world which was adeptly wrapped
In space by multiversal wanted fiend -
The biggest multiversal deadly trap.
Our world is just that trap which He has built
It's nothing more just an illegal room
Of tests. The box of fads that tempt to try.
Elusive imp is playing with our doom.
No hopes to be revealed by any eye.
And what are fads - that complicated chain
Which tied a lot of fates between themselves.
Unsympathetic, deaf to screams of pain.
Our world is just a trap and nothing else.
Don't judge the creature. You are just some links
That never be unhooked until you die.
With sweet delusions, dirty divine tricks.
Your fates have been nonmutually tied.
It's just a freak for you, just weeping creep.
Addicted to your spirit and abode.
While you are freak for other whom you weep
About, washing off his loopy road.
Then never judge and never try to mess
Around only them who wear a crown."
Said it and them returned into my chest.
And everything around settled down.
So I bent down to heal its ragged wound
And then immediately spread its wings.
Yet monsters also suffer in the world
And offen we're their thorned and stingly links.
Indeed, such a correct were spoken things!
The human life - A chain, while links are us.
Though neighbour links are made with thorns and stings
We all must cling, and this is all we must!