APRIL 2007
Masks
Masks
Is it the The final solution? ... really? ..
i've been feeding parts of myself to this enormous beast...now an arm .. now a leg.. but its not enough ...never enough.. it wants more .. always more
now all i have left are parts of my soul.. my honor.. and questions ... a hundred unanswered questions .. which multiply by the day......
so, was it worth it? .. he asked me.. and i blinked ...
..i'm still blinking..
like fungus on a tree, i've grown onto.. and into this creature ... put down roots that are not so much roots as ropes.. that bind me to servitude.. voluntary eager innocent servitude.. like a virgin slave's passion..
and sometimes i like to think that the tree is bound to me as well.. it needs me ..for its existence .. but that sounds absurd and ridiculous even as i say it.. i know that if i'm cut off and cast away like the unwelcome parasite i'm made out to be, there will be another pawn ready to take my place ..
and noone will ever notice i'm gone.
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