It is unpredictable Every speck of dust Every word spoken Every distance traveled Every forbidden thought Anonymity and imperceptible This is my role in the place I call home
I sit here watching the world around me moving round in circles round and round carrying reality by the shoulders
I wonder what to say next where to go, who to meet staring at a room of anonymous personas faux faces masking their true identities
I fall through my corpse through my feelings, through my thoughts into the cold and dense frame of my shadow into an isolated world without time
from on the outside, i look in regarding the smiles and snares the laughter and lying and suddenly the masks are lifted to reveal the horns and halos of saints and sinners
everything is still and cold flowers wilt but humans don't age and the expiration of life is replaced by the warranty of shadows
some people say that they want to remember all the memories the moments of excitement, anger and lust
but if those people knew what reality was really like they would understand why all i want to do is forget
life is full of liars full of cheaters and frauds and skanks and no one is real. absolutely no one.
the skies are grey and the weather is dull and dense coal black game stagger among the clouds squawking and squealing and staring you down with black beady eyes as you do the deed.