Re-Inventing My Soul

Reinventing my soul, it is a task I do not take lightly, oh no
I must take stock in that which I do not need
I must decide what I should keep for without it I might bleed.

Bleed over into the region of my heart, and that would be a dangerous start
For I do no wish to disturb there the ghosts that haunt that shadowed, cob webbed home.
No, I do not wish to have them begin to sing in their wispy voices of memories
Memories that are best left in the long ago.

I shall first think on compassion, a well thought of trait.
But if you do not love with a desire what is the need of this, it could only lead to a bad fate.
No compassion is what I shall set aside first, I take it off its shelf, place it in the
Trunk and cover it with a blanket of hurt.
A blanket of hurt spun out of words cast forth on waters that were not there.
Like an illusion they were, these words made of air.

Next I shall look at tenderness, oh no not needed at all, for is not tenderness
What we give to lovers when we tumble with them in the pleasures of the sweat of desire?
No tenderness shall have to go, wait, a pause in movement of hand, perhaps I shall retain
Just a touch of it, and remove only the bulk of it, I may need a small bit of it for
A friend or a lost highwayman.

Now it is placed into the trunk as well, covered with a coverlet of touches that were
False in intent and painful in the realization of them being so in the entirety of creation of them as they fell, fell upon me and now the memory of them makes me shudder, oh how I
Hate to be touched with gentleness at all in even my dreams as I slumber.

Lastly, for my soul is thankfully not too populated a place, I shall remove from it the will my dreams to embrace.
No, I shall no longer need this burdensome skill, for I no longer dream of anything that you would call pleasant or a dream of good will.
No, I dream of danger, and dark places, and dark eyes, and I long for the temporary not the permanent state that dreams so often imply.

I want nothing to last, not a single minute to matter; I want my heart to remain undisturbed, and my mind to be uncluttered with fanciful thoughts of female
Rightness, no I want to be in the shadows and feel the chill of that brightness.

Now I have placed all I need in this trunk, so into the depths of my spirit empty
I shall let it fall till eternity calls it back for an accounting.
And then we shall see if the reinventing of my soul was justice sure
For then all shall be revealed, and those that in secret do their deeds will be found out for their lack of purity.

Reinventing my soul, it is a task I am done with, and now I smile at the satisfaction that, the torturing fact that -
Not one thing can any longer touch me.