Omnipresent, therefor, I am

Into the dark,
far out of the light;
straight like an arrow
through the heart of the night;
I fly across
this desolate land
while striving to stop
and take a stand
between that which is real
and that which is naught;
a gossamer place
where nothing is fraught
with the trivial obsessions
and unnamed fears
that have plagued the Earth
for all these years.

Into the cold,
far out of the heat;
stumbling down
a forgotten street;
in candlelit windows,
lovers embrace;
grasping in vain
for poetic grace;
both of them knowing
somewhere inside
that, long ago, their
passion had died;
leaving hollow touches
and empty smiles
and I to wander
the lonely miles.

Into the chaos,
far out of the void;
here, all of humanity's
dreams lie destroyed
as maniacal minds
plot doom in the dark;
preparing a bonfire,
needing only a spark
to loose the furious
flames of rage;
to turn the world
to a murderous stage
where blood shall stain
the silvery screen;
while I march onward
unnoticed... unseen.

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