Confrontations With A Ghost

A phone call stops the process, he puts his utensils down.

The voice states, "Something went wrong, we can't send them back, they're coming for you!"

I am a victim of my own creation.

The operators are of flesh and blood, but they bare no intelligence.

Soon enough, I'll get what I deserve. The longer, the better.

I knew no good could come of this. Greed controls even the strongest of men.


The beam above my head fails, and they fall through, leaving nothing in their wake.

And as my top is torn from my bottom, no shrieks or screams.

Justice.

Retribution is why I created them.

Retribution is what I created.

Inhale In Exile

No matter what they pit against him, he will not conform.

Sometimes, soldiers fight alone and they win.

He fights alone and he wins.

He wins.

He stands strong in his quest, and he shall rule with an iron fist.

Against the might of a million men, he wins.

He'll win battles, and he'll win wars, and he shall rule with an iron fist.

And the world shall see things his way.

Cold as stone, and fucking immortal.


But at the end of his miserable life he lays, and he says, "Ill never know what comes of this place, but I know I took my chances here. And now, I'll just do my time, alone.

I can't stay in this place.

And what of those nights, with the stars?

They were nothing to me, and shooting stars would be better if they came down as the wishes we hoped for."

An Epiphany

You've taught your sons to be loved by their mothers.

Because, it's all in the story, in the way it's told, and how you listen. Listen for the good, and the hopeful, and you shall see good things. A life worth the wait.

Listen for the bad, and the hateful, and you shall see bad things.

A life hateful, not worth the wait.

Just listen.


Nothing makes sense here, you can't name this place. But you jumped and now you're here until you decide to run.

But you can't decide.


Just listen.


And that's the fact you're living to find. Running in all the wrong directions.

That's the fact you'll die living to find because you had no idea otherwise.
Running forever.


One day I found a way out, and decided to take it. Now things are odd and all that's known is distance.

And how can you sleep when you don't know how?


Because, it's all in the story, in the way it's told, and how you listen. I've learned this; no amount of dedication goes unrewarded.

I've learned this, giving up is not always a sign of weakness.


Out here, no one can sense your weaknesses.

I have no space for the weak.

I'll keep with the strong.