Superhero

The dark sky rains down on the tumultuous streets.

The roars of despair and hate rings in your ears.

Guns blazing, burning, burning, burning.

The world weeps as it turns on the dark space.

Out of the drug-laden, alcoholic haze of the human condition

a man who chose to conceal his face…

Wearing a mask that no one can see

a suit that melts into the chameleon of the eye.

To set things straight, to make things right.

Masked escapades dwindle in the music of despair.

Masked justice….

Masked crime…

Moving hand in hand, inseparable.

One bad day, a practical joke.

Years passed, the world remains the same.

Crooked cops and politicians,

patricide and homicide,

the stench of death fills the twilight air.

The masked man is old and depraved.

Grown weary at the world.

He goes to a dark house around the corner

sees a murder taking place…

A masked man with a similar face,

strangling life out of the mangled corpse.

He grabs the masked man and beats him to a pulp,

strips him of his masked identity.

The black eyes looked into him as a reflection of his own,

with its bloody eyes and face, it looks at the masked avenger

and gave a sly grin then broke out in uncontrollable laughter.

He takes justice into his own hands, and leaves the empty house…

He returns home and looks up at the abyss.

The man in the mask stares at the world

as it burns beneath the shadow of time.

He looks in the mirror and sees the darkness within

and the light that could break it…

He leaves the room and takes his coat.

The T.V. spoke to the nothingness in the walls…

“In today’s news we have a guest speaker, Dr. Wilhelm Mason

to discuss his award winning book

Why the World Doesn’t Need Heroes.”