Paradoxical Impulse

Ripped from the parasitic state of my existence

A finite realm that I was forced into by my hostess' desecrator

Through coital blight, and out of spite

Sheltered in an all-encompassing void

With a newly seeded urge to escape vacuity

I yet lingered within flesh and its oblivion

With a paradoxical impulse

A yearning for the ultimate escapism, one that would linger

A piercing glint

Raptured from beyond the walls of my world

Something tugged at me, torn from the dark

Ripped straight into an exceptional turmoil

A blinding light

The start of a photophobic travesty of existence

Cast into earth and solaced in soil

Where I was thrown by my progenitor's saviour

Upon the hook I've squirmed

Torn into a world I was never meant to betread

Into ritualism grew my woe

Subsequently, with a dismal crown I was to be burdened

Yet still caught in a stressful rest, I envisioned the world

That I was never meant to betread

Ravished and raped

Hysteric

Ravished and raped

Molested

Cast into earth and into ritualism grew my woe

Subsequently, under a dismal crown I was burdened

With the years and the yearns to besmirch

And envenom the world that I was never meant to betread

A product of forced coition

Why would I aim to become like my progenitor's defiler?

Have I been so misled by the tales of my kin

Worming their way through this world

That I was never meant

To betread?

I am the worm

Crawling through this world's cervix

Molestation through Infinihility