Going through life
With no lights on.
Staring at the nebulous,
Hazy events pass by.
Waving good bye to the
Monotonous days, wasted
Time means nothing
When you sleep through it
Like looing at the world
Through smudged glasses.

I always day sleep,
Blocking out my life.
Living as if nothing ever happens
And Sometimes believing it too.
If only to cut lose the weight
Of my chronic heart pains,
The angina from the sad state
That this world is now in.

Dark clouds loom heavily
On the horizon's edge.
Gray shapes in the image
Of hopeless, lost faces
Torn apart  by harsh agony
With hatred and despair.
In the clouds are the souls
Of the ******, the doomed,
And as the sun goes out
Hidden by a myriad of troubles,
The darkness of the human soul
Throws shadows on the Earth.

But the torrential rains fall cooly,
Drowning out the chaos with
The constant rhythmic beat,
Rat-tat-tat Rat-tat-tat.
The rain washes over me
Cleaning the dirt off my face.
The showers quench the fires
And grows new life within me.
A new plant takes root,
One named experience.
Even in the shadow's gloom
Good things can sprout.

As the sun sets
And the dark things
Come out to play,
I take off my mask
And howl at the moon.

By starlight I change
From man to beast.
By moonlight I turn
My back to society
And go prowling in the black.

When the stars call
And no one is home,
I sneak into the world,
Stealing away from home
To be myself by nightfall

I want to run
And run and run,
To keep moving on,
Straight into the
Darkest places
With nothing but
A flashlight
And my goals
In my hand

As I'll sprint
Down unlit
Night highways,
I'll think one thought,
If only I would
Never come back.
If only I ran
Into something bigger.

Then I will never
Be seen from again.
I would be dust
Gathered on the side
Of the road less taken,
And my casket
Would be empty,
Just an honorary
Funeral symbol
Of the disappered

Hold your breath.

For
When you don't breathe
Your brain starts to die
Along with your troubles
Your angers
Your pains
Your fears
Your nightmares
Your failures
Your hopelessness

Your memoy
Your potential
Your family
Your friends
Your opportunity
Your wishes and dreams
Your life
And all that you are
And all that you could be
Will wither as well.
You might want to breathe
Before you lose more
Than you want.

Two black moons
Eclipse two green suns
Sending light green rays
Across sea blue skies.
Yes,
Those are my eyes

Overgrown black forest
Covers a landscape
Of sharp features,
With cold, hard angles.
Yes,
That is my face

Tall and gangly
Lost and confused.
Awkward, out of place
With the rest of the room
Sigh,
That is me

Staring at the mirror
Looking at the portrait
Of someone obviously me
But yet feels like it's not.

I can see the freshness
Stripped off of his face
As the years fly by
Traveling backwards
Through time

He is taller, darker.
Gone are his innocent eyes,
Relaced with olive brown.
Gone is his light colored hair,
Replaced with coarse black.

His very essence is power
Power at the price of blood,
He is a strong figure,
One to be respected

I see coluseum sands
Become metallic floors.
A new figure apears

He is clean shave.
He has light blond hair
And nearly translucent skin.
His eyes are steel gray,
Cold, calculating

He is a scientist
With an upturned nose
He's known to keep intelligence
Right next to arrogance.

All this
And much more
Is what I can see
When I look in the mirror,
But I can never see me,
Too ashamed, not satisfied
With being just me.

Thank you for calling
John Kaffezakis.
He is currently out,
Probably lost somewhere.
He is kinda busy
Finding his way
Right now, and
He'll likely be out,
Floating in space,
For the entirety
Of known time.
So

If you are calling
As a courtesy
Or because you feel
That you have to,
Please leave your *******
And don't call again.
He will never get back to you
With appreciation of your fallacy.

If you are calling
For guidance/slash/help,
Leave your name,
Number and issue
And John will be glad
To get back to you
As soon as possible.
Because your problems
Seem to take less effort
To solve than his own
And he likes seeing you happy.
But

If you are calling
Because you want to see him
Because you want his company,
Do not leave a message;
Get off your lousy phone;
And see him face to face.
He's out in the world
Doing the things he loves
And he happily shares that
With all his good friends

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