The Flaky Derelict

Of masks, monsters and demons caged in my head.

Sinful Times IV – Despair’s Helm

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Devastation.
 
I knew little of it across my limited human experience until this point in time.
Now I see.
 
Now I remember.
 
Have you ever been in a race which you were leading for years only to lose in the final seconds and forfeit your dreams, hopes and expectations?
 
Multiply that by a thousand, and you’re still nowhere near it.
 
Nowhere near despair
 
The taste of iron rusting in your helpless mouth.
 
The state of not being.
 
The wandering in various scenarios of dying.
 
I remember.
 
Vividly.
 
He was just a fucking kid when he was forced.
 
Forced to grow old.
 
To grow distant.
 
To grow devoid.
 
To become the void.
 
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Author: Zeus

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

One thought on “Sinful Times IV – Despair’s Helm

  1. Interesting and philosophical. I love it.

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