The enveloped wonder inside.
Breaks off from the surreal reality.
Then slowly it starts to rise.
Forming the faceless man of misery.
The man that breaks the hour of time.
The same man that eats the minutes.
Slowly he cuts off the clock’s face. He is now refined.
Free to diverge the sun from its path. He drinks the seconds.
Oh, the wonderful feeling to finally have a face!
To finally have feeling again.
But, the stress continues to batter upon him! It’s strange.
When the very gates of hell shun you out in vain!
This atrocious act of blasphemy cannot be accepted! NO!
I feel tired and weak. I’m unable to go on.
The beast’s in my head scream for the world.
They scream because they know it’s wrong.
The time has come to let the son rise.
Relieve the stress and misery.
The once faceless man had brought the demon. He is now refined.
The man with the face of time….is me.
