I trusted you all in my misplaced years long ago, then you plugged wires in my head to keep track of everything I said.
Then you wanted me dead and though I have fallen a hundred times I keep on. Because the wires in my head won’t let me be gone.
I’ve seen things that I can’t speak, demons and dyrads fighting in the shadows of humanities soul. I persist even though I do not understand what you are or the goal.
Peace and happiness elude me daily as I live on automatic, so much goddammit static, erratic, fantastic.
I should be dead by now and I don’t know how I made it here, but I feel her heartbeat clear…
… She’s my shield against fear; my dear; my calvary at the rear.
And she will never die because no man has the power to destroy the eternal. It’s not a matter of iron will, it’s matter of what we will.
D April 2018