unAwareFeeding my inner demonsunAware by jakimfett
just to save my soul
I don't know how I got here
I don't know if I'm whole.
There's a deeper darkness sleeping, underneath my skin
a breath away
a whisper away
waiting for me to let it in.
Shattered - 2The gritty crunch of sand under my boots echoed loudly in my ears. Every step lands with a thud and scrape no matter how hard I try to stay quiet. I'm waiting for the dull thud of a grenade behind me. I vault a low pile of rubble, and then my ears pop, the rocks on the floor jump slightly, and I feel more than hear the explosive go off.Shattered - 2 by jakimfett
The orange status icon at the edge of my periphery goes briefly red, then neutral grey. Under normal conditions, that could mean any number of things. Power pack died. Broken antenna coil. Software error in the status module. Gauntlet removal for some reason. My mind turns over each of them as I continue through the dark hallway. Broken windows and rotting doors to my left paint strips of light into my path. I keep moving at a steady pace, letting the routine of evading a search pattern occupy my attention.
The hallway ends in a yawning chasm, multiple floors pierced by a shaft ringed in balconies. A practiced flick of my hand sends the line up four or
Lost WordsI no longer feel the wordsLost Words by jakimfett
of ancient unknown power
the words would echo
the lines would flow
the way would be clear
an echo of firelight
then the darkness comes
I cannot hear the music
I cannot taste the rain
I know not if I'll ever
find my way again
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I strive towards the legacy of the old ones, who spoke with the wind, who breathed the scent of the earth, who called the rain, who tasted fire, who walked the paths of the ancients. I am a warrior-poet, a student of the ways of wisdom. I form things with my hands, a worker of metal and wood and stone, finding the shapes of art already in the medium. I am an artist, one who questions the ways of things, and an emissary of a foreign land.
Look at me, look into me, and I will not look away.
Do you know what I am? Can you guess?