Cubic Personas

A cubic brain had been born inside this world.

Imprisoned inside a shell whilst blessed with a soul,

A man made of mould and cement, drunk with the power to grow, confined in his cup full of empty growth.

Whilst the young man experiences people,

The young soul experiences emotions

A simple equation bloating the beauty of a soul's corrosion.

Why should he embrace only his heartless personalities when the beauty of the brain presents persona fantasies?

Indeed a delightful present.

The newborn self proclaimed as R protected in a casing of thoughts.

A self calculating machine who injects his gleam with a cure of realism dedicated to siphon the poison, which is the dream.

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A mind devoid of emotions yet ascribed to be the protagonist. As a brother glares on to be the other's antagonist. A sadistic young man imbued with cynical thought,

who embraces the sweet taste of what the pinnacle brought.

The sourness of success oozing with the eloquence of lust written in careful manipulation.

This is him.

The young man named S.

Yet.

As E riddled with emotion and cursed with strife. Brought along his views and the despair of his life. Emotion.

Cursed with its conflict yet blessed with its pleasure.

His indulgence of light bathed within the ingredient of a smile.

With M carried his righteousness of justice.

Seeking to fulfill his parched lungs of silky honey dripping with bliss. As the boy full of contradictions, helped him to destine his eyes with sugary sweetness,

The sweet taste of compassion to others.

To play the role of the puppet inside the theatre of kindness.

After all.

We're all together.

Aren't we?