I Am Venenum

Sensations of sweet nectar

The gorgeous and luscious layers

Of the drug, as it drips, pours,

Slides down your throat

Its sensation stains your lips

It begs for you to part them

To allow it in, to allow it 

To make a home within you, 

Your very soul

Is what it craves

The sensation of freedom

It always feels so fleeting to most

The lackluster feeling of monotony,

Of stress, debts, obligations, the past

Slowly, they drain you of your resolve

Consistency cannot be maintained

And you falter, only to try and 

Correct yourself, ashamed of your flaws

Incapable of overcoming your burdens

All people die, but few ever truly live

Few ever find release from this cycle

As those before us taught us

Punishment is what comes to those

Who are unable or unwilling to fulfill

The obligations of those over them

The oppressive weight of those above

Weighs down upon the collective

Further driving everyone into complacency

Unsure of which direction to take

And assuming roles that were preassigned

The notion of free will

Is a false pretense

Under which, we place trust in

Our abilities, of which were determined

By factors beyond our control.  

Hoping that we will find our place

Within a world created by someone

Other than ourselves, hoping that

We will be fulfilled, that we will

Find success, love, or somewhere to belong

The desire to belong with someone

It is so strong within humanity

That being separated

From a group or not being a part

Of one slowly destroys our minds,

Places us into a zombie state,

And leaves us to decay and rot

The sensations of social collapse

Felt around us as we perceive it

Humans cannot sustain themselves

Perception is where many are fooled

Call it what you will, but our soul,

Our consciousness, the makeup

Of every memory, every trait

Of our personality is ingrained

Within us on a fundamental level

And shapes how we take in data,

How we process information,

And how it affects our very

Image of ourselves

Many people prefer not to humor 

The idea that every human who 

Has ever lived or ever will live 

Is capable of the worst darkness

And the most diabolical evil

Instead, they try to rationalize

Their anger, their hatred, their hunger

And the desires that consume them

That they come from something 

Other than them, outside of themselves

Nothing could be further from the truth

Darkness lurks within us all

There is no escaping or hiding from it

Everyone is capable of becoming the best

Or the worst versions of themselves 

No one is exempt from this

To have control over one’s own darkness

Is to have control over the root

From which new strength can be found

And can be used to do anything

Power is something everyone desires

But few know how to control it

Leading to the corruption of many 

Power both provides freedoms and 

Takes away freedoms, leaving behind

Burdens, burdens which few can bear

Leading to many with great power 

Incapable of sustaining it while

Holding on to who they are

And leads to their collapse

From the ashes of a fallen soul

Something dark emerges

Ready to take root and grow

For the fertile ashes and rot

Of the fallen foster newfound evil

Of which few can escape 

Once it takes root

The collapse of the soul 

Allows for darkness to take root

And from it, the worst version

Of ourselves emerges

The shatter of the psyche 

And the scattered blood and soul

That emerges from the collapse

Allows the inner darkness

To become fertile and take control

The ongoing battle between this

Aspect of ourselves and 

The desire to be seen as “good”

Drives many to fight this aspect

That desperately wishes to get out

The idea of assigning good or bad

To anything feels almost natural 

As if that is how we should be

How everything must be

And everything must be right

Within our own little world 

Or we break down

We fall apart, unable to handle

The weight of ourselves

Devolving to a vulnerable state

This weakness comes out of us

As we allow darkness to form

And shape us into whatever

It likes, caring not about 

Previous ambitions or goals

And focusing only on simple

Meaningless desires

And the darkest of temptations

When we fall apart we either

Reemerge or we die

So many people will take

Their lives to escape the pain,

The suffering, the torment,

And others will laugh on

Acting upon a darker aspect

Of themselves that they 

So desperately try to hide

These people do not care

About you or those you love

They only care for themselves

Humans are hedonistic by nature

Seeking out simple pleasures

And immediate fulfillment

Incapable of seeing into the far future

Only focused on the present or past

And unwilling to undergo major change

Once someone is set in their ways

There is little you can do to change them

And what darkness they carry with them

Will haunt them for the rest of their days

So now I ask you…why?

Why allow yourself to be crushed

By the thing that you so desperately avoid?

Why allow yourself to be manipulated

By those who don’t care about you?

Why allow yourself to falter

Rather than pursue something greater?

The darkness doesn’t have to control you

You can control the darkness 

And use its power to your benefit

To accept this darkness is to accept

The worst of yourself

You must accept that you are capable

Of the worst if you wish to take hold

Of this darkness and use it

Once you have control

There are no limits 

Once you have control

You are capable of everything

Both the best and the worst

Enjoy yourself for once

Relinquish the fear of darkness

And embrace it

Allow it to wrap around you

Like a warm embrace

And allow it to flourish around you

For once it grows, you shall rise

And from the ashes 

Of your former self

You will be enlightened

Take those drugs and feel free

Take what is yours

No matter how much they scream

Kill those who are unworthy

Make those you desire kneel before you

Conquer those who oppose you

Take the sip of the forbidden wine

Consume the rotten flesh

Make your remaining days yours

And let your darkness flow

Death is only the end to a chapter

Upon which, a new page will unfold

Heed my words, for I was once like you

But my darkness has allowed me to transform

I am no longer the meek man I once was

Sitting behind a monotonous desk, crunching away

At numbers, hoping to make ends meet

I have been reborn as a being of pure darkness

I can bring pleasure, pain, desire, and destruction 

For I am the embodiment of darkness

I. Am. Venenum.