🌹 Creative Liberty; The Art Of Destruction

If the urge to destroy is still a creative urge,

Is the urge to destroy oneself not the act of taking creative liberty on one’s individuality.

Is the urge of marking one’s skin,

Tearing the flesh in two,

Not an art of obscure vitality.

Is it not an obscene view of beauty rationality?

Is carving words and feelings and drawings into one’s soul,

Not an act of martyrdom on the individuals behalf,

For their beliefs are just as strong as yours.

The urge to create and the urge to destroy are strikingly similar in concept.

One may nourish a life,

Feed one’s individuality,

Create a new outer and inner shell for a soul.

And, likewise,

One may crush a life.

Stifle one’s individuality,

And corrupt the outer and inner shell of a poor soul.

But when it is one’s own self doing the destroying,

Is it not merely creative architecture?

It is merely redesigning,

Rerouting,

Factory resetting,

Applying new hardwiring.

For I am not destroying,

I am not self-sabotaging.

I am making new.

I am crumbling what once was,

And I am showing you what now is.

For the scars that litter my body,

The words I've marked in my soul.

They are reminders of my individuality.

A reminder,

Of the creative liberty I have on my own.