I taste it still,

what once was,

when it ripped my sin from me,

when it,

when it won,

did it?

I can’t remember,

I know I had a plan,

I think,

I’m not sure it worked,

it played me,

it twisted what I created,

into what it wanted,

what it needed,


there was still hope,

there was still the flash drive,


it wasn’t over yet,


I could stop it.


…Tonight, don’t miss the beginning of the end, as The Roundhead begins…


 All artwork by Yazgar, check his stuff out when you can!

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Kavita Chavda says:


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  2. jac forsyth says:

    I knew were building a platform for something, but I had no idea what. So damn clever mate. Look forward to sleeping with the lights on πŸŽƒ

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    1. Hopefully it should be a good start… πŸ‘

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