what drives

you, me, everyone the same lines mumbled, skin thin, lips thinner with a smirk: identification please! identification acknowledged, the "right" script gets played. thump, thump, thump the giant smashes down the walls of the heart - springs out like a mountain lion into a city of fresh meat. delight, pleasure, though what is actually seen was something a lot less alarming, just another working man in suits and tie on his way to work. unseen, the plans already hatching hatched jumps out the living monsters into the sumptuous preys. ouch, what drives? another working man bored out of his mind quite productive, quite absent, quite void of the pressing calls, wants of a long, long line waiting to be serviced and he cannot escape this, so the smiles remain as a protection, instinctual almost when frowns almost causes a halt, a stop, hesitancy means not closing the sale. jersey jeans, plain t-shirt and a woman dabs some mascara quickly - too little time, impress, be empowered, be confident as she takes the time to rehearse mentally again the closing argument while the kids at home are screaming for attention, for food, for more, for an expensive vacation even though the treasury is dried up, the bills are late on payment, she tries to smile through it all. toughen up. an almost identical scene takes place 2 doors down, a leader of charities, a giver, a protector and she carried her dagger behind her back, she whips out the flashing blinding lights when the curtains are closed, take comfort she sneers before devouring bits and pieces of sumptuous meal. always on top, always at the fore front, some go faster, some slower, the rhythm is unmistakable, the frequency is high pitched, the shadows have broken free from the person, they chase the demons away, demons who feed, demons who cry not enough -- shadows return stronger to their dwellings, and a man smiles in the dark. the rhythm is familiar, the frequency is soft, the breath is shallow for the man carrying the sky, ah this is too heavy, lies down, crosses his arms, can't do more and yet the worries run up, up, up up to the sky - he must carry. a spirit wanders about, where am i? forces a step towards the mirror, no, no, no not again. when memories of another life is plain as day, marred not by the river lethe. i cannot forget with headaches, spells of dizziness, awareness is keen scrubs the bones: chilling, cold, burning for change never came about, a denial of truth it can't be. it can. then man, woman they woke up with cold sweats, the moon has hung low - dropped like a ball into their chest. soft, cuddly yellow ball growing, elongating, looming eyes of a hell fiend tearing the fabric of reality - you asked, i deliveredd. you screamed for attention, i gave. you worshipped me your entirely life, here i am.