Just a Dream
My body aches
My heart it breaks
and I can’t look ahead, for brighter days
Here and now
Our broken vow
Love long lost
My hearts the cost
Stomach churning
Fever burning
Was it all a lie?
Will I learn why?
or am I destined to lie here to aimlessly cry?
Oh how I would’ve been
How you and I should’ve been
The family that could’ve been
That I shouldn’t think of again.
Betrayed again?
Or is it in my mind?
I fear not
Your feelings were indeed a lie.
Click, Click
“What is that sound?”
“Pardon?”
“Nothing, Never mind.”
“Right. Anyways Mr Eddington…”
Eddington glanced confusedly over either of his shoulders. “Are you sure you don’t hear that?“ He questioned before taking a deep breathe.
“Mister Eddington are you alright? Im afraid I don’t hear anything other then the storm.”
“Perhaps just my mind playing tricks on me, I apologize.”
“Well that’s quite alright, you’re certain your feeling agreeable?”
“Yes, quite.”
“Very well. As I was saying, Jenny and Mr Wilkerson have both agreed to-“
He paused as Eddington’s eyes moved along the walls and ceiling, then proceeded to the floor seemingly searching every plank up and down.
“James are you sure you’re alright?”
“How any times must I tell you I’m well, do you think I’m mad? The storm just has me on edge is all. And that sound! My Lord do you truly not hear that?”
“I never claimed you to be mad, I was merely suggesting you may feel ill, maybe you should rest.”
“Rest? Ha! I can’t hardly hear myself think, I’m certain I can’t sleep!” Eddington stood suddenly from his chair and began pacing the wall.
“What is it exactly you hear?”
“If I knew I would make it stop!” He shouted in response. “If I knew what it was, I would better understand from where it came, or inverse. I know neither, and so I no not how to stop it. Can’t you hear it?”
The Watcher
I step
soft and light
and walk on in the night.
The breeze
cool and soft
the moon casting little light.
The day
is late
and the world is dark
distant eyes
glow at me
from the other end of the park.
I see the silhouette of a man
outlined by moon and by stars
a low top hat on his head
in his mouth, a cigar.
But no smoke rises from the edge
and no glow announcing that it’s lit
and no color fill the man
And his stare does not quit
The breeze grows still
and my heart skips a beat
the world feels cold
and our eyes now meet.
I stare but don’t move
I don’t speak, I don’t breathe,
I do not run, I do not shout
my body numb I cannot leave.
Then with a blink the shadows gone
and a chill is all it leaves behind
so I turn, and walk on
pushing it’s gaze out of mind.
Shadow of Myself
I am me,
or at least a shadow of who he was.
Now that who he was is gone,
so I am who he is because,
who he was, was kind.
and who he was loved all,
and who he was, was better,
and I came after he had his fall.
I strive to be him again,
but fall short as I am weaker.
I strive to be as great as he was,
but am left an empty seeker.
Who he is is me, who he was is dead.
He died under the stress of who he was,
crying in his bed.
Masks
The masks run deep
He wears many standing there
Everyone else around him wears one
They don’t pretend they're what they aren’t
Theyre heathens, they’re killers
they’re wicked, they’re evil.
They're murderers, no they’re animals
they're not even people.
Days of sacrifice that he’d spent
just to get to this altar
not once did he tremble
and never did he falter
Stuck in a den of monsters who chant
They sing “blood“ for their God
Soon his mask will come off
He watches the altar from beyond
He thought back on what he’d done
how the masks added up
was it worth it to save her
had he lost who he was?
The dagger is raised high
Our hero draws his gun
His heart pumping as he aims
“It would only take one”
He’d lied, and he’d stole.
Hurt and he’d sacrificed,
his missing finger a testament
carved in his shoulder, the mark of an acolyte.
His life for hers
A trade worthy in his eyes
he squeezes back the trigger
the man holding the dagger dies
Everyone watches him now,
into a corner he’s backed,
waving the gun as if he’s crazed
warning them not to attack
then whispers from the crowd
but there lips move not
and whispers in his head
whispers that come only from the dead
“shut up!“ he shouts
as his head starts to spin
he raises his gun
and fires again
“Agent Marcus Grant
FBI”
he makes his way to the altar
to the girl, and the man he made die.
Marcus took her hand in his left
and held the gun in his right
the crowd of masks watched them Back out of the church
and into the night
still whispers in his head
but one less mask on his face
to the girl a hero
to the others a disgrace
why did he hear them still now miles away
would the voices every leave
or in his head would they stay
perhaps he had gone to far
this time he wore too many masks
the carving in his shoulder to remind him of all his wicked tasks.
He did things he promised to never do
though innocent blood he himself never shed
he could still feel responsible for those The cult painted red.
Spiral
I awaken in my bed
Alone as always
I go about my day
Traveling worlds, starting stories.
Deja vu washes over me
As I see her pretty face,
Her smile lights up my world
Even after I’ve lost everything.
Why does she look so familiar
I don’t care, it’s love at first sight
I wait for the elevator on the left
But she gets on the one to my right,
So I change my direction
And we descend down together
On the elevator she smiles at me again
And I almost start to remember.
Destiny. That’s her name she saids
How coincidental because she’s mine
And when we exit the elevator
It plays tricks on my mind.
We live a life in weeks,
Then to the old world we go
Where we could live in peace
Where we could live and grow old
But even the old nation has enemies it seems
They ambush the city
And tear apart my dreams
Deja vu again, had I been here before?
We try to fight, but the fang of death takes her
As it has, as it will, many times more
I remember it now
From dreams I’d had, many nights before.
He awakens in bed,
no recollection of this all
He awakens alone,
The fleeting dreams he can’t recall.
So the cycle continues, traveling new worlds, meeting new friends. Each time a little different, each time Destiny meets her end.