Musings of an Idle Mind

Arshia R
Arshia R
Nov 4 · 2 min read

You idle and devious mind, are but indeed, none other than His own child, Satan’s spawn. What more need you prove to me but the existence of dark shadows that lurk deep in the corners of my ruminating and monotonous mind that is now doomed to a moribund existence in the deepest, darkest corners of your Home?

’Tis but a wonder that I still breathe the breath of life, nauseous as it might be conformed by the dull boundaries you set to it. Revel as I might in the destruction I caused to the self, this earthly body, I find compassion in the eyes of those trying to save me from the clutches of the dead. Is it too late they ask? Is too late? I ask myself. Ah! But you dear mind, know the answer don’t you? Tell them! Declare to the world then, what you have done to yourself during your one shaky moment of doubt. Narrate to them the sorry tale of how you allowed yourself to be consumed whole by the wickedness within.

Pardon me, dear mind, for using the crudest form of blasphemous speech, but you enjoy it don’t you? The hellish and satanic ways of thinking, the easily attained harm and evil rather than the harder earned love and compassion. Not at all reluctant to leave the cherubic world of beauty and joy are you, as anticipant you are of the sins and totems that lure you away. Stealing the colours from the eyes of your mind are they. Envisioning the world in black is your new identity. An identity that uproots you from who you were for now you are a stranger unto yourself.

The petals of spring have now fallen to the ground- made you as indifferent as the fallen leaves of autumn. Lifeless and cold, you chill the insides with excitement unknown. Wicked and vile, you stimulate the Devil within now known. A moment of weakness was all it took to turn your nightmare into a dream. A dream once suppressed, a nightmare now realised.

Is it too late they ask? As I step alongside you into the realms of horror, a loosening grip of humanity is all I have left. Such is thy power and so futile are their attempts.

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