A million and One.

Faceless beings

In shadow dreams

No color of skin, nor mien

Walk around consuming, tasteless eatings;

Void of feelings

Yet hanker for the ‘greater things’

When nothing’s really what it seems

Pretentious luxuries the world fiends.


A pariah born by no mother, searching for a purpose, a reason

Wanders in the shadows of the unseen

Lost amongst the developing chaos of masked entities.

A heart – that’s a clock run backwards; beating – to the end’s beginning

To recapture a child’s bliss and arrant freedom.



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