"The Medium of Arcane Etchings Surfacing Exponere the Underworld"

"I've Tried Hard (but they're harder) but My Thoughts
are Becoming Incarnated; My Daemons, Manifesting
    in this Flesh: I've Fought (but they're relentless
 fighters) but Their Essence (Wynd of Hades Breath)
  is Kindling into Living Fyre in Vessel this, so that I
        can no Longer against Their Will Contest"

  "Possession by the Runes Uttered so Long ago;
    Etchings in My Soul Arcane, are beginning to
    through Show... like Braille, when You Cross
     My Path: but if You get Near enough, don't
          touch to try and Believe, because...

    "Blessed is He Who without Seeing Believes"

     But if You can see this Clearly to Perceive,
      You're definitely not Blessed - contrarily,
    You've Drifted into the Land of Those whom
              slipping have Shifted into the...

                   Land of the Accursed"

Checked myself into this motel... room; but
when I unlocked the door and walked-in, I
didn't first turn to the bed and lay thereon
  out-stretched to receive her pleasuring
through the senses of this subcutaneous,
                    illusory being...

No, not yet

I found the desk, with the jack in the wall,
wherein to hard-wire my laptop and my
thoughts download, millions upon millions,
one by one them
                          A
                            L
                              L
                                L
                              L
                            L
                          L
There's not enough room in the world: an cell,
and even a cage can't anymore contain or even
restrain the ideas that in my mind ruminate and
the vibrations that they create

Give me about 2 more hours to deplete this 1/5th
and they will begin to exponentially procreate at
an mind-boggling rate

Exponere is the only direction that my brain knows;
from "Somewhere out There," in the bowels of the
lower realms they derive and then, they make their
entrance through this vessel unto the outside

Books, Novels, Volumes that marked by separations
to transcript stories by means of parchment, my head
becomes the medium of

"I Am, Medium"

 And, "Yes," I have shit-loads of vices and iniquities
and daemons that I need and feed; but, all of those
originate and are contained within me, trapped under
my skin... but this ravenous appetite to bleed my soul,
 I sate by the words that I scribe from the palate of...

Mind

"I've Tried Hard (but they're harder) but My Thoughts
are Becoming Incarnated; My Daemons, Manifesting
    in this Flesh: I've Fought (but they're relentless
 fighters) but Their Essence (Wynd of Hades Breath)
 is Kindling into Living Fyre in Vessel this, so that I
       can no Longer against Their Will Contest"

  "Possession by the Runes Uttered so Long ago;
    Etchings in My Soul Arcane, are beginning to
    through Show... like Braille, when You Cross
     My Path: but if You get Near enough, don't
          touch to try and Believe, because...

    "Blessed is He who without Seeing Believes"

     but if You can see this Clearly to Perceive,
      You're definitely not Blessed - contrarily,
    You've Drifted into the Land of Those whom
              slipping have Shifted into the...

                    Land of the Accursed