I Politick

There were lights and sounds and unknown mysteries.
Faces were replaceable
And they were replaced often.
Voices were condensed
Muffled to maintain the calm

There was a rugged jar
Which kept all the faces of the world.
And there were oceans around the universe
Which submerged every noise

For these were the penchants of our Master:

A 1000 Concealing Faces

Silence

Brown Eyes

Thoughts churned in his mind.
He was looking patiently
In her eyes,
When her lips gently ushered
The words of an Ancient Poet.

"How were the odds",
He wondered.
As the wind brushed through her auburn hair,
"To stand here,
by a shimmering yellow light.
Falling from a sky so nigh
In a dark alley,
With her. And her eyes."

Scarletta

A winter sun
And her lazy mittens
Her neck around your arms
and her legs wrapped around yours.

You could feel affection in her eyes
And in her unknown emotion
That took you beyond herself
When her guards were drawn.

She held you close
Like a part of her own
Inside her. Deep within her
Secured in her embrace

Her silent nothings
That only your eyes heard
And her florid lips
That held onto your deepest fears
and made her own

She gazed at your bare soul
And submerged herself
With your sorrows.
Her breaths played
along your shoulder
like the desires in her mind
Which Echoed like a million raindrops
through her skin and her sighs.

Her name was Scarletta.
We have spent many a nights
She was beautiful than reality.
She was someone I could never find.

The Infliktor

The blanket of darkness was being sliced open
I could feel the voice of the wind talking to me.
Whispering.
Asking me if I was certain about the decision.
I solemnly nodded my head
Everything was scripted already
I was sternly directed to perform the ritual
It was for the greater good they would say
And I can't raise my objections
My contract doesn't allow me to.

The leash of the wheels of the motor
And those lights that created shadows
Were held firmly by my driver
Stranger to the events
and the horror
that awaits ahead of him.

I could see dark figures
Chasing us, surrounding us
Trying to break into my body.
I could realize my clarity shaking,
I could feel them succeeding.
Because the voices were closing in
Dissolving into my conscience
Becoming more of me
than I myself am.

The milky white moon was about to hide
behind clouds and grace
For the saga that was about to unfold
Doesn't have witnesses.
The only audience is
The Inflicter
And The Receptor.
Not even silence knows
nothing about it.

I opened my bag.
And took out a violent force
Smeared with proofs of the past
Dripping in lives
that have already been silenced by it
And still wanting eagerly to draw more.

I knew where to strike.
And how to.
I felt myself holding it.
It was an evil force
And it was my obedient servant.

I lifted my tool
and with it
I lifted the mask
off my evil being:
The most bizarre nightmares
flashed in front of me
They felt more real
than anything else
that I've ever experienced.
And an enthralling sensation
ran through my body
As i struck a fearful blow
To break the monotone.
To disrupt the order.

Its this feeling,
That craves me
to perform this act,
of brutality
Every once in a while.
It's this art
That I'm certain
to have proficiency in.
It's this ability
That I'm the master of.

Maybe that's why I was chosen
from everybody else
Who resides within me
who wants to become me.

I walked away from the scene of crime
Taking away the existence of someone
Into the folds of darkness
To disappear.
To seek another game.
But am I really to blame
For this outburst?
Because Im just a puppet
guided by the master
Who lives inside my shadow
Or am I the one living in his?
Could I ever find that out?
Can you help me discover the answers?
Maybe you'd know better.
Maybe you could clear the dilemma.

So wouldn't it be nice
if you could pay me a visit sometime?
Inside those dark alleys
Under the shadows of night
When the white moon shall hide
behind clouds and grace.