I, the damaged.

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

demise.

–

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

friends.

God help us all.

Yours barely,

Zeus

Good is also Evil by Dholl

Derelict

Desperately I am thrown into her arms after a long separation, with thoughts dwelling in the cages, the thoughts of her in my head, what I felt was not the haven I was accustomed to, it was an exquisite display of emotionless carnage, of senseless cold and of apathetic smiles.

I do not know any longer, where these illusions of a spotless mind? was I leaning towards a mirage, I thought was of utter beauty and grace, to find myself in a desolate place, with machine humans with machine faces and machine hearts? or was I plainly and clearly at fault once more?

I looked at the faces and all I saw was mundane, worldly and insane, I was phased by their ability to act normal around this absurdity she is and the abomination I am.

She transformed in the same moment I transcended with my words and my affection, how unfortunate it is to want what is no longer, how cruel is it to love a ghost that once belonged between the arms.

I do not know any longer, enough with killing me softly, finish it already as I listen to the melodies of the past.

Yours vigorously,

Zeus

Faceless by Anna Hendy

 

Between a rock and the hardest of places

Between the one that was

the one that is

and the one that will always be,

I miss the rock

and the hard place

for they are defined,

measurable,

mortal,

when the mask is not,

when the task is not.

She whispered emotions

as I screamed in agony,

in despair,

She is no longer,

I can no longer see,

I can no longer be

as I look into the abyss

that is her eyes,

as I gaze upon the lie

I told myself,

her face was salvation

turned damnation,

her words were saviors,

now sanguine crusaders,

her touch was the healing

as I was the curse.

Forsaken,

my mask forsakes me,

for I’ve betrayed the entity he is,

nature overcame nurture,

only to lose the face,

to lose the faith

in the raging sea,

that is the pretentious I,

the accursed I,

the forsaken I

by choice

and only by choice

as I gaze upon the nothingness

that once was

everything.

She vanished

as I was vanquished,

I want nothing,

I want peace.

Yours unfortunately,

Zeus

PS: I’m as confused as you are.

Hate by Maanesten

Joe, my friend.

He’s always present,

ageless,

emotionless,

motionless,

flawless,

cold is that fellow,

and characteristically unfriendly,

yet he does not mind my presence

for I’ve noticed his,

unlike most

who take him for granted

and unlike most

I rendered him needed.

–

Him and I visit

On the cold winter nights,

I lay on my bed

with him looming from above,

and then he signals

and I recite

and I moan

and I lie,

he could always tell when I do,

only then I stop and stare

and ponder the whys, whens and whats

Why is that air of sadness trailing me?

It follows me traveling,

it stalks me still

When can my deeds be undone?

for I am a saint that sinned,

for I am a lecher that preached,

for I’ve loved and loathed myself,

–

What does it all mean?

Shouted my silence.

–

Stagnant he becomes,

rivaling the stillness

of my posture,

he does not answer,

he does not react,

he waits

and he stares at me,

for he knows I know the answers

to every question asked.

I stare back at him

and then,

only then,

in the darkness he smirks

for less than a second,

less than a moment in time,

he sees me,

and I am his open book,

He knows

and only he knows

I will remain silent

for the rest of the night.

–

Let the record show,

that

Joe is my ceiling

and I am

His human.

Yours tediously,

Zeus

 Camille Rose Garcia- Subterranean Orphans

Dance of the wicked

It’s a brazen descent into madness,

it’s a steep way downhill,

my life does not flash before my eyes

for it is not my long awaited demise

it is the helplessness of existing

it is the disdain in living

in a world created by old figures

of past long gone,

long forgotten,

for future unseen,

for present unclean.

How long will this song last?

Is the music playing eternal?

Melodies for a dance

between my demons and the spinning mind,

dancing as they pierce my skull

with thoughts, vile and wicked,

with nightmares and manifestations.

I am the rage incarnate,

boiling red as sanguine blood,

vanquishing the saints and the sinners alike,

I am rage incarnate,

born of self loathing,

born for self destruction,

I am rage incarnate,

eternal and ever expanding,

born of to die young,

I walk the path of saints,sinning

with a righteous grin on my face

and a holy demon caged

within the dungeons in my head.

How I miss the childish dreams,

the immature schemes,

I miss Ramadan in Winter,

I miss the crowds praying,

I miss the bodies swaying

and most of all

I miss the false clarity

between right and wrong,

or rather..

the absence of grey areas.

Yours infernal,

Zeus