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Like A Titan

What can one do,
When there is nothing but Self?
I thought as I glanced,
Briefly,
On the graveyard bookshelf,
What will be left? What will remain?
Silence,
And the uneven patter,
Of thunder and rain...
 
Who am I and am I just That?
That which my mind sings and screams,
That inhuman monster who prays,
That this life,
Is but a dream,
That creature whose face doesn’t match his mind,
That thing they call human just to save time...
 
In a room that is lit,
By only one light,
Silence surrounds,
Except for nature outside,
Where cigarettes lay unsmoked,
And books lay unopen,
But read,
And where lies an imprint,
In an empty white bed,
You’ll find me standing,
A Titan with all his might,
Eyes burning bright...

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