Dueling Fiddles - Manifestation

The lifeforce, the essence

That certain je ne sais quoi

Libido.

The need to destroy yourself

And all that surrounds you

Destrado.

That which elates you

That which binds you.

Sympathetic, apathetic.

Shall and shant.

Can and will not.

Love, self-esteem, and that one sure thing

Depression, self-loathing, a distorted self seen.

Libido, Destrado.

The Big Happy, The Big Empty.

Over skin grazing, into flesh piercing.

Swimming over and sinking down.

Resurrection, genocide.

Body mended, broken in the tide.

Confident, angsty.

Charismatic, misanthropic.

Libido, Destrado.

Construct, destruct.

Building up and breaking down.

Rising to the challenge

Crashing to the ground.

The Fate of Destruction

Is also the joy of Rebirth.

The waxing and waning of Lilith’s egg.

The light of a brightly shining moon--

Souls gathered there, incandescence.

All those collected are drained, evanescence.

Libido, Destrado.

The lovers, the fighters.

The healers, the warmongers.

The overlooked shades of gray.

The Reviver, the Berserker.

The Biomancer, the Necromancer.

The Phytomancer, the Nyctomancer.

The resuscitator, the annihilator,

And all the shades of gray.

Libido, Destrado.

Two violins playing against each other

Deep within the recesses of the mind.

Graceful bow gliding along the strings

Tongue licking over polished, white fangs

Music spewing forth like the lapping of flames--

The Psyche’s Melody.

And within all the shades of gray

Will come the end of days,

For in Libido and Destrado--Upon the soul’s plane, its earth

The Fate of Destruction

Is also the Joy of Rebirth.