Замуровали меня
вурдалаки..
Вампиры, блядь,
демоны,
всякие бяки.
Но я не тужу,
среди них
я же свой.
Так как у меня
взор тот самый..
иной.

Да, я не тужу,
я забил
на них болт.
Сижу, так как
ночью мой
главный дозор.
Никого не трогаю,
примус починяю..
Волчьего зла,
не вижу …

Which Devil
cries at you
the loudest?
It’s The One
that you
no longer
choose
to feed.

Oh, how that
motherfucker
bargains at you..
oh how he pleads.
For, nothing shatters
the empowered one..
quite like that power
being stripped away.

I do not pity him.
I let him …

Fool me once?
Shame on you!
Fool me twice?
Shame on me!
Fool me thrice?
You are
The Crimson
Monarch..
Resting on
a throne of lies..
I see!

You never
planned
to lead us
out of Egypt.
You said
you would
merely to pull
your wool
over our eyes..
and …

Whoever doesn’t
love me..
I implore you,
give me peace.
Just let me go.
I’m in no business
anymore
of putting on
a show.

At first,
many have claimed to.
Once the road
got rough and bumpy..
most of them have left.
There’s one thing
shared in …

Even grown-ups
love games.
However,
just because
you are a player
does not mean
you play..

Pretend.
A game without
a definite
winning condition..
and so,
a game that
may potentially
keep going..
without end.
A game where rules
are undefined..
except the ones
we ultimately
choose to write.

It …

A yellow brick road
did I not
quite dutifully pave..
For future me
to take a-many strolls..
down memory lane?
For, it is true..
whatever we
don’t set in stone
gets lost
to The All-Father
Kronos..
Daddy Time.

And are not
memories
the shiniest
of precious dimes..
for us …

Stranger to stranger,
eye to eye.
We walk the same
ol’ hallways,
but in opposite
directions..
Then we pass
each other by.
I am invisible to you,
you are invisible to me.
Sounds like
our happy ending,
my sweet sunshine..
can’t you see?

I’m sorry..
that I had …

My yoke is easy..
and my burden..
is light.
It is no heavy load
to carry though..
It’s weightless.
And when shared
with others..
only multiplies.

For,
a candle flame
that lights
another’s wick..
does not get
any dimmer.
But it makes
the room they’re in
double …

It’s just too easy..
to love your woman
good and hard.
It merely takes
a lot of heart..
and sufficient
blood flow..
circulating
to the proper
body parts.

Before rebirth,
both fiery and glorious,
in all its splendor..
arrives a silent moment
of complete defeat..
The Ender.

The sitting..
utterly dumbfounded,
struggling to mourn.
The staring..
purposelessly
with a blank,
unfeeling gaze..
upon a wall.
The laying..
shattered
into many pieces
on the floor.
With no momentum
left …