Unicron

Had to run, had to wake, had to hide
from all the things I refused to face.

Stopped dead, inert like David, paralyzed
by the dream washed away by lucidity.

Days like this, times like these, they come
like a tornado bent on destroying the sea.

Swinging on the man, stepping out of line, my time
is now spent laced with ink and boredom.

Jason sailed, Cortez conquered, this legend
of mine mirrors the shadow without a name.



My name is Stephen, eater of worlds.