Darkness pervades the pale hollows of my soul
Chasing out the last of the frolicsome motes
And I welcome it.
Gone are the cluttered trappings of the pretender,
The one who used to be.
The disgruntled malcontent
So infected with society’s hype,
Replaced now with the stark nothingness of authenticity.
No more games.
Never again the marionette
Torn asunder while struggling to conform.
Lines purposefully severed.
Dancing at the end of the strings no more.
A hyena scavenging the mindless carcasses of those yet confined.
Open, absorbing the elemental power of the void.
Linking to those who lurk beneath the throng
Poised, ready to accept my destiny
For I am chosen.