Loathed.

Terrified,
the nightmare deep within awakes.
Sweet and bitter pellets on the tongue,
intrigued.
Deciphering memories,
codes that were lost,
canned and confined,
released.

Aesthetic beauty,
for the way it is.
Alternative alternates.
Fevers for the heart,
antidotes that worsen the poison.
Sincere rejection of the self,
to open up when awoken.

The way that is so,
never understood,
yet never considered.
Here it is presented,
at the edge of the gates,
at the passing of time.