My muse is dead.
No one finds God until they lose him
so go ahead and forsake yourself
pass the blame and ask "why?"
the only queries being in return:
Who is the king of your heart?
Emotional athiest? Resentful piety?
biased history of the victors
My role of Tragic Hero
is nothing more
than the silver lining of my villainy
Rusty eyes atrophied
overfilled soul a weak albino
pale and endentured slavery
free will being my chains
my master - the shades of grey
The best part of being invisible is that you do not have to look at yourself in the mirror.