I am but a wanderer of these empty plains

scorched are the earth beneath my feet and the sky above my head.

I walk these ruins of infinite time

as I bask in the silence of my self orchestrated cosmic destruction.

I’m the architect of your existence

and the sitter of your soul.

I’m the happiness in your smile

and the sadness in your eyes.

I’m the aggression in your anger

and the conscience in your thought.

I’m not an angel but a demon of your self righteous society that eats at you from behind this curtain of beauty and veil of good.

I am You.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar