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