The Watcher

Moments of weakness, and fear

Blackouts that invade the stream of time.

Flashes of pain and misery

Filled with thousands of question marks

That cannot be undone.

I am the watcher-

Watching from the inside to hell

Playing games with reality

Pretending to be in control.

The prophecies of rage come to rest

Giving place to the tide of satisfaction.

Reality or illusion,

The loss of control

We are only pawns in the hand of the creator.

In the eyes of the beholder lies the truth

Nothing can be erased by night or day

The path of the righteous slowly curves

As we walk to the edge of time

Where the skies finally turn to grey.