Future

Martin Garrix & B. Rexha Vs Coldplay Vs Prodigy - In The Name Of Sky Voodoo (Djs From Mars Bootleg)

Masks were comfortable.  Perhaps that's why he refused to wear them.  The burn, the cutting bite into the skin.  It was supposed to become comfortable.  The wear against the skin was supposed to bring the comfort allowing one to slip into the deadening sedation of the masses.  All one had to do was to be willing to hide behind the charade.  It would only cost them their soul.  All in exchange for a measly device that promised to offer protection against the reality, then he would have none of it.

Such is the artist.

He already knew he would face rejection.  He would have to stand as he saw his truths turned into tools for fools.  The congregated mass with touches gangrenous.  So it would be.  This modeled mass he desired to save.  He didn't know why.  They would only reject.  His fight wasn't theirs.  Was it he that didn't understand or was it they.  Alliances forged proved futile.

He would continue to face the storms.  Perhaps it was all he ever new.  A man who longed for peace was born into a battle.  Unending. Perpetual.  Casualty count high.  Each strike, each moment of pain only emboldened.  Through a mouth bloodied and marked all he would say through a sure smile is:  "Is that all you got?"

He had learned.  The monster one is most afraid of facing due to some fragile fear, once confronted turned out to be a figure as miserable as it was pathetic.  Through the tears, through the blood, despite the scars of the fire he would only laugh.  The past was a land and language of lies.  Besides... it was gone.  The only thing that lay ahead was a future.

Untamed, unclaimed, unknown.

A future he would meet smiling.