The Flaky Derelict

Of masks, monsters and demons caged in my head.

I, the damaged.

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I am Jack’s sorrowful existence,

lost in my own shadow

or rather

my mask’s shadow.

How does one convey

that the shoulders carry no longer?

that the bones are brittle?

that the heart beats no more?

that the soul is drained?

I await the last cold embrace

of my swift, inevitable

eternal and rather sweet


I am one with my demons

and my demons are me,

I long for vulnerability,

as I do for inevitability,

as well as immortality,

when my mask reigns supreme,

too many choices arise

and I am a fool

to think the decision

is mine to make,

my ego driven mask

does all the choosing

while I lay watching

and relishing in the comfort

of my discomfort zone.

While I wallow in the former,

mortal needs surface,

the need for a home,

the need for companionship,

a need to lay helpless in her arms,

a need to tell tales of her figure,

God help us all,

all in need,

all in greed,

because you want,

I want,

we want

but the want

does not want

and we’ll keep wanting

until time is no longer,

my infernal fiends,

or rather


God help us all.

Yours barely,



Good is also Evil by Dholl


Author: Zeus

I am the grey area, everything by choice and nothingness by choice, wherein everything is possible as it is improbable.

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