They Told Me To Be Honest
Listen to me:
I am not what you are expecting.
I will have you running until your feet are petrified by overgrown pebbles and your throat is crawling on all fours. I will chase you through ocean tantrums and have you bleed through the rapture until your heart is a slave behind corroded ribs. I will make you confess with bare-boned honesty with your head between your knees− purple kneecaps jutting from your joints. And I will not stop until you are terrified and exposed.
I will have you dancing to the tired rhythm of shaking symphonies in this fiendish ballet while letting you go mad with a genocide of words. I will teach you the art of silence while bombs detonate in cities and have you surrender to the seduction of words breathed through cigarette smoke. I will force you to listen to the sound of disasters when you trade your soul for a suit while your mind is captured within kaleidoscope fire. I will show you the cruel science of transforming beauty to be reborn as pain. And I will not be kind.
I will have you swimming until you have stripped out of your skin and have felt the aching wounds of acid on flesh. I will give you the surge of black noise in raging hurricanes and watch you until you have stopped crawling and have learned to walk. I will let Death offer his robes to you and let Time deceive you in his eternal game of chance. And I will not speak anything but the truth.
So I dare you to know me, and
And believe me, you will wish you did.