Homunculus

I confess that I have the feeling of someone, of something living inside of my head.
A being, a creature, an obscure creation of intellectual character, complex-minded and twisted.
This creature has rarely been noticed, and if so, by myself in the deepest of sleep phases --
seemingly just delusion, but gradually I realised that the being's presence is utter reality (to me).
I have not yet learned what it stands for or what it is at all, I have just learned to accept it as a part of my existence. Though there is Chaos inside of and I endeavour to arrange me, I feel that something's working against (my attempts). I presume that it is the creature, alas fighting or controlling has not been an worthwhile option to me up to now.

Cause I have come to realise that there's a public misconception over the duality of Order and Chaos.
Order and Chaos have never been opposing fronts, since mankind tends to fabricate one out of the other. We deny the coexistence of the both states, like in general, we deny the coexistence of all. Let the archaic masks fall.

There are beliefs which spread the word that there's a devil.
There are beliefs which spread the word that there's a hell.
And there's a world inside of me I do not tend to comprehend, though I can say and reassure that my layered mindset is obscure.
There is a Satanist living inside,
as there's a Christian and an Atheist, too.
I am negating the belief that only Order brings relief,
like I am neglecting the common fact that everyone deserves respect.
The Homunculus inside, he who has taught me unlearned science shall be my mute companion until the day I leave this world behind
Transcending to another...
Transcending to another one...
Transcending to a higher one...
Ascending to something else -- to somewhere beyond this realm.
Ordo ab Chao. Chao ab Ordo.
Coexistence, or nothing at all.

I confess that I have the clarity, I pledge upon my oath: the Homunculus inside has addressed me tonight. Opening my eyes while I was sleeping let me descend into its handmade home, its notional throne.
A seemingly tiny version of a human's conception, neuter and with flamingly hair. Consuming itself in a continual process, being its own procession in the same tick.
A Leviathan's Cross and mercury on its chest. The symbol of air representing its null breath.
With ashen eyes, it looked at me. Reclaiming my bygone morality.
With the Leviathan's Cross, under the banner of sulphur, he's burning my surreality down to the ground. For a second, just for a glimpse, I see behind the lies of my mind, see through the disguise.
The veil hides a war on two fronts, but I cannot perceive if one of them is real.

I see Laneor, see the Keeper, the Thaumaturgist standing atop, gazing down, sublime like a king.
By the next breath, the scenery disappears and I awake, left with the stench of ignorance.
Is there a truth or has it all been a farce?
Is there reality or only untruth inside of me?
What is this dichotomy -- is there a sense deep down in the duality -- will I see the night of day?

There are beliefs which spread the word that there's a heaven.
There are beliefs which spread the word that there's a god.
And there's a world inside of me I do not tend to comprehend, though I can say and reassure that my layered mindset is obscure.
There is a Satanist living inside,
as there's a Christian and an Atheist, too.
And the Homunculus inside has addressed me tonight,
I am negating the belief that only Order brings relief, like I am neglecting the common fact
that everyone deserves respect.
The Homunculus inside, he who has taught me unlearned science shall be my mute companion until the day I leave this world behind
Transcending to another...
Transcending to another one...
Transcending to a lower one...
Descending to something else -- to somewhere beyond this realm.
Ordo ab Chao. Chao ab Ordo.
Coexistence, or nothing
Nothing at all.