Worm Mind

I am not comfortable with the magnitude of this power over me.
Arising from this wretched pliant muscled entity - vile phallic worm!
How it does little good for me to plead, just now.

But why is it illogical to ask “Why me?” (of all things)
Must it always imply that I am beset from humanity to ask this?
When the worm has brothers existing and attached to others!
How it vexes me to know how anyone can be at one,
Or at least comfortable with their own worm minds.

For some, it is the source of an irrepressible power, feelings of man like
instinctiveness.
But must the argument be always that worm represents nature, natural urges, thus
implying that unless I become comfortable with him - it is I that is unnatural?
Scornfully, words pour out to define my own impressions of it.
To rebuke and send these arguments of so called natural understanding,
Into the abyss of perdition!

I can perceive nothing beautiful or naturally redeeming about worm,
In its imperfect, hedonist ugly dependant mind.
For I, he is a shrunken mind, dim witted, and horrendously cold - so unfeeling.
Only aware of his own wants and blind to the effects on myself.
He is a creators demonic curse on me, a mark of frailty -
And a prison warden to these earthly confines.
Oh Fucking Foul Specimen!
How ever ready you are to engorge yourself and bind my mind to your desires,
however construed!
Must I remain evermore your servant, never taking any pains for labours?

To wait upon him whenever in need of emptying, if ever in need of soothing.
(To prevent his brooding?)
Need, Need, Needs!
I don’t know why it is.
For even when he offers thankyou’s through his own enthusiasm,
I cannot conceive it as natural.
I have seen his glistening deposits of scum; his bursts of pleasure - enough to know,
That they are but deep lugubrious after pains for my own mind.
Moments seldom, where I repudiate him again.
How they merely serve to isolate us further!
He is not I, nor I him!
We share nothing in common. I am cursed in being born to serve him,
And do now step forward with thoughts of mutiny....
Towards a solution.

I shall delight in torturing his soul by teaching him,
Just what it is like to be alone.
Unto this, I will control his form and irrational, unnatural forces.
He will learn ascetically, in solitude as I -
And accept the dominance of my mind.