A selective empathetic is a more sinister evil than the outright unempathetic. The unempathetic is quite small in numbers, and are under more scrutiny. The selective empathetic is one of reflective desire, picking and choosing those to be glad for and wishing to prosper based off of desired personal gain, gain that involves putting others down in the process. This level of empathy is pure submission to outside preachers, outside systems, media, literature, art, and economics, and represents a dark and fallible inner sense. Letting things simply happen, apathetic to their greater truth, nihilistic in meaning, and a walking product of guiding forces around them. A pure empathetic is empathetic to all in all situations, noticing the humanity in all. It is sad to notice the selective empathetic being a prevalent and lauded endeavor, when the qualities of such selective empathetic are thought of also as manipulation. A great contradiction in social morality and personal character judgeme
My sophomoric desire
My destructive shape
Planting a shallow deep into the veins
Selective on its dispersion
Hyper fluctuating through my brain.
Demolishing and dancing
Swift away through shimmying and springing
A reconnection to the id
A reconnection to purity
A prototypical identity was born
A fluctuating mirror
With its vibrations high
Its light sparkling
Its light blinding
Prototypical in its reflection
Prototypical in its display
The shimmering mirror
Blowing smoke
Blowing ash
A nearby construction zone
The shimmering mirror
Now covered in soot
Flowing through my veins,
Demolition
Destruction
Beauty
A desire for conservation
A desire for desire
Dancing through the woods
The construction site
A tower stand in its place
A building erected
A monument of prototype
The saucer
Flying through the skies
A symphony of intellect
A crash of despair
Where did it go?
The tower
Standing above
The saucer crashed into it
The saucer damaging it
But the tower still tall
Dancing and demolishing
On a mountain of euphoria
Sliding down its slopes
Crashing into the shimmering mirror
The mirror wobbled as I hit it
The time grew farther
Flowing as water
Through the depths of matter
The tower growing tired
The mirror losing its reflection
I rebuilt the tower
I uncovered the mirror
The crashes and the highs
They sat with me
They constructed me
The tower and the mirror
A requiem of a child
A requiem of destruction
I saw them as nostalgic
I saw them as high
Laying looking into the mirror
A cooperative interaction
An exchange
Distancing itself from the prototypical
Now the reprimanded
The tower
Tall to climb
The stairs steep
The tower echoed through its halls
Now the reprimanded
Anger flooded the tower that day
Anger broke the mirror
A fury of tension
A disgust with punishment
The tower fell on its ass
I built the next building
With materials I wanted
With materials I cherished
The mirror was shaped like me
To accurately describe me
Destroying the prototypical
Destroying the reprimanded
Erecting disperse beauty
Erecting destruction incarnate
Fully fledged projects of the self
The broken mirror
Ghostly in its demise
Evaporated in my mind
The newly erected one
Custom made by me
The tower
A film of tautness
Stressed in its untimely shape
It stood happily
Whistling hymns of salvation
I
The God of my surroundings
I
Peering into the shape of myself
I
Congruent in person
I saw that it was good.
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