*A shadow man removes his mask*
Emerged denounced and never met…in squalor yet I do not live an antisocial. *A silk hand brushes his sleeve*
Gray as this day seems and my reward, centered over this fold of civilized disillusionment. My severance provisioned for this bliss, engaged within and overall this low of going unnoticed. *And watchful eyes narrow*.
Therein my unknown a faction crafts me, where a secretive callousness conforms to naught which my competition proffers. And I am thus engaged to become their worship.
And you’re determined to believe…but I cannot afford nor bear to consider myself breached, such as faith is backing hope and this solvent named of your salvation.
For this is not my way, but mine an incandescent blight lest it’s strange to me.
And so it ends here and I’m estranged, prominent in my progressive mystery and thereby concluding my wayward grievance.
So hereto your curiosity demands, curbing my superposition over thee and well embraced, and after all my generous suspense you act surprised *laughs candidly*. Though as enticing this act alone your leave disturbs me, I cannot pretend.
You shall know me as no other, brandishing for this leeward shadow, left from what I knew was incomplete before this voice inside my head.
*He extends*
My world remains though half asleep, but above you I am satisfied.
