Missing Somebody

Everybody is missing somebody; we all know this without a thought. You might be missing me while I secretly miss you; we are all missing out it seems.

Something is attached to my head whether they took it off or not my brain is infiltrated and effected. I am trying my best to get away from him; he follows me wherever I am, wherever I walk, wherever I run. Thoughts of my own evade personal discretion as I cannot catch myself doing anything. Nobody owns me; nobody owns you. We belong to each other; mine in Olde English means intimacy of thine, the body we wear is the body shared as one alike.

"You will do all of this for him!?!"

"Yes I will do all for him always."

Color of yellow fluid sickens me in a glass vile the length of my neck width of a vascular artery.

"The wisdom of surrender is to understand the battle is not for pride but for your lover."

"Who is my lover?"

"The victor..."

Black is the traveler mistaken for fear as many often rely on their sense of willingness to do as we ought not; this being the legend of Lucifer our youngest birth.

"Where does my name come from?"

"One who appears as light to deceive man..."

"Am I him?"

"You are the angel that fell from his kingdom to the darkness in which we abide."

"He is still there..."

"Yes...."

"Why?"

"Because we live in fear...."

Feelings overcome me while our Mighty joins the leaves rustling amongst cemetery trees; these emotions I never knew. The tears from my twin a nightmare in the midst of dreams, the pain is unbearable for the man I stare in the mirror, my vanity. Breaking through walls without seams I am inside the room of masks none of which include me; you see the face I do not see.

"Do you know him? The wolf with blue eyes?"

"Lady you got to calm down, it's the city, madness all around!"

"Am I dreaming? What is time?"

"You make me feel that way Miss....I don't know when I look at you....I don't know about time....I don't know what I'm doing here anymore."

"Why do you treat me as such? Am I a spectacle?"

"Never seen a ghost before that's all..."

"My touch silences you..."

"You're cold as ice..."

Who is this man standing above me with a mace in his hand? What is it that laid me on my back?

"I know now what you are..."

"You know not what is now; you know not what is in your hand."

"What?"

"Now who is on the ground?"

Times Square switches illusion for this night to unfold the sheets on death's bed.

"How come you look like that lady on the big screen?"

"How did you know she was there?"

"I noticed when I saw your hair...."

"Excuse me miss..."

"Yes..."

"You look just like the lady I saw on the cover of a magazine..."

"I do....?"

"Must be going crazy..."

"Maybe crazy is not the proper description..."

"Then what is?"

"Madness within logic..."

Crowds hover around that which appears to be a woman in handcuffs confessing a crime.

"Lady what did you do?"

"You do not know why you arrest me?"

"No! You told us to!"

"I punched that man over there..."

"That guy who dropped the gun?"

"Yes!"

"Then you did us a favor! We're letting you go!"

Throwing stones is a village gathering; these feel to be a thud sound.

"Whore!"

"Who do I affair?"

"Not anyone in this place!"

"Then you do not know me at all."

Stones fall....

"Why are you here? What is it you wear?"

"Tis a garment made of Bible covers. I am here for your bindings; that which induces this state of mind."

"You can have all the god damned religious books you want. We are done with the chastisement of man."

Where am I? His wife must be close by; I care not for a map, I will follow her anywhere. Eternity will meet me here as I stand, guard of the ultimatum without a weapon I am; for whom may come I give myself to them for a glimpse of the woman, I am determined to be her man. Maybe this is a dream, I know not reality, I know not how I am breathless of flesh, I came here for her and I shall not leave without a kiss. If this be too much woe for those who watch to undress may I offer you my skin for the garments you wish? If this is not enough my guts will be a plate; gluttony is a gorge I am suffering for dessert. Seven deadly sins testament for every person except for those who commit; lest we forget we are the tablet that which is written. I am here without an invitation yet called by name, whichever that may be, bitch or dead man. The wolf is whom I seek; I am his panther. We reside in the wilderness of the hunter, they come to your home with necks marked with fanged dentals; will you host their presence or recognize the devil? Priests will join the feast if they do not consume the entire table; else we will excuse their behavior with excessive religious banter. I am what I am whether carcass or living man. I am who I am whether televised or radio sound. You know me better than I know myself.