The Flaky Derelict

Of masks, monsters and demons caged in my head.

Sinful Times: III – Dragon’s end

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Lack of sound, mesmerizing,

along with mental manifestations,

they eat away at you,

bit by bit,

they carve a void in your chest,

it leaves you clean of the pain

to wander, aimless,

all in bliss of ignorance,

demons dance in their denizens,

it ends, brazen,

it brings you back

to the harsh soil down under

and the fiery ceiling above,

it rains, it aches,

the sky does not,

your insides do,

brought to your knees,

you pray to be the harbinger of the end

rather than the receiving end,

it is nigh,

the end is

for you’d wished for it,

to your dismay, 

your questions lay,


for you’re a dragon

made of lust

and God only answers humans..


but I am too, a dragon

and I will breathe you

as you kiss the fire,

yet the pain remains,

it rains, it aches,

and you die,

you descend

and it remains,

alive and well,

on different shoulders,

in my head,

and I long once again

for silence,

for the end.



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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