Dark is the Man

a boy

The mask of a forgtten soldier lies still and breathes nothing. his master being the winds of forget, his people following the seeds of unrest.

I fear I will never see the beginning of that which made the end. 

a wandering demon i have made my life and chosen my wife

At the fork in the road i came to an abode

housing the darkest of dark conclusions. 

reborn i am in the red of the dead.

If not for their loss i wouldn't have grown

the seed which has now begun living. 

 

Cultivating self sufficiently

Siphoning off guilt and decisions,

Recycling old and forgotten revisions. 

The repressed thought which once laid dormant 

has risen to incur it's wraithful torments

And so i come now

For the rest of your family

to end a life started in vain.