The King and Master of Nothing

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Here I am still here in the darkness, but only more alone then ever. Every one is getting better. Leaving me for the light, leaving through that doorway I can see but dare not enter. For it’s too hard, my arms and legs to heavy to move, the pain to strong holding me back. And I watch them go I watch them go with a smile on there face. I see them as they step through the door seeing something that I can't see. Seeing the world through rose tinted glasses, instead of seeing them through my dark shades. With my painful red eyes filled with hate. Hate for my self and only passed off as hate for others, every one is gone now. I am left alone, master of the darkness, king of nothing. Will there be more that enter into this world? Who is to say, so many things are unsure. I see so many people standing at the doorway between their world and mine. So afraid of what is on this side. As I am afraid of what is on there side, afraid that I might lose everything I love, afraid that I might forget how to write or draw. And if I lost those I would only come back so that I could remember again. But I never want to forget, never want to forget the way I am. Even though I hate who and what I am. So I will never leave, I will stay and watch them come and go. I will still stay the king and master of nothing.

By: Sun Dragon
© 2002. all rights reserved Sun Dragon Art.

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