Monday, May 23, 2005

See Me?

Anything out of you is better than nothing. I don't know silence; my heartbeat echoes in the bootleather of the Legion marching in my head. They sing as they march: it's a choir of soldiers. They don't sing me into Elysium; their destination is closer to home. Driving me before them, they never stop, and they don't sleep. Every second they get closer, and I run further into myself on the highways of my intellect. The Legion knows where the roads lead, but I've yet to find out. Only petty distractions get my mind off the journey, but they never halt the marching Legion. Soon, when my claws come out, you'll know me, and so will they. That is, of course, if any of you see me at all before it's too late.

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