Savages

Despite our entire contemporary civilized legacy, despite this upward condition of sophistication and chivalry, regardless of our senses for goodness, nobility and grace; in the depths of our existence something else dwells, an eerie premonition lurking upon the surface. It sleeps deep inside that inner darkness, a primal abyss locked up in our past so far in the human soul it almost borders with infinity. In its devilish dreams this condemned creature yearns for savagery, despair, bleeding and raw flesh. In the nature of this wretched being lay all wisdoms of inconsistency, corruption, destruction and illusion. This personal demon of ours is waiting in restlessness, anticipating to be unleashed and exiled back to his freedom of fury, away from the cage of that iconic depth where he had been so cunningly deceived by choice to stay as cast out and to lay hidden in secrecy. It’s so easy to be indulged by this primal calling; it’s so tempting to surrender into the anarchy and disorder of our savage impulses. We don’t need any external stimulus so that we can turn to our ferocious nature, it’s there – inside us; we all have it in our genetic code.

I’ve ruled to love, so I’ve decided never to kill my own demon, because I need him… it is not my intention to use him, for he serves me as a reminder; so I decided to put him to dreamless sleep and lock him down in its uneasy existence, in a condition to be tortured only by the anger of his solitary presence. From these labyrinths of that ancient prison there’s no way out, because it’s build from mathematics and alchemy. He’ll never wake up again and see the dawn of the surface… at least never again…

So in this global plutocratic rule, when democracy is being stepped on so forward and insolent, when violent clashes are elevated into revolutions being raised just for the thrill of destruction; do allow me to be so bold and pose you a question… what have you done with your demons?