The Flaky Derelict

Of masks, monsters and demons caged in my head.

The night the secrets crawled – 2 –

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Burden thrown

Damage prone

Energy released

Siege ceased

War of restless eyes

Endless sighs

Enslaved by the wanting

Possessed by the longing

For what’s beyond the walls

Behind the masks

While I walk

The long walk

The lonely walk

The path of the observer

The watcher I

The pretentious I

The war of the hunter

Haunted by the war

Souls crashed

Spirits bashed

Magnificently

By measures

Beyond definition

Beyond recognition

Of distance not travelled

Of time not passed

Of future unseen

Of the nothingness by choice

Of everything by choice

Of the chosen pessimist

In my grey area

Where all the possibilities

Are impossible

Or rather

Improbable

And the watcher will keep watching

Keep discovering sins

Under the chapel

Discovering a lecher

Under the red riding hood

Sanity

In the big bad wolf

Keep wanting

When the want

Doesn’t want

With every day passing

Slower and slower and slower

Unsure

But unburdened.

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Artwork by Russ Mills

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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