Prose and musing by Sam I am.
Writer of cyberpunk, dystopian fiction, and nonfiction. Plus whatever drives me at the time.
In a world enriched by darkness only shadows hint of light.
In anger we rot.
Inertia consumes.
Our battle cries are weak.
And they are strong, the many.
Doubting our resolve, our reality.
Fear drove them to it.
They feed on the abyss that sits inside them.
One we know too well.
We’ve looked inside, and it scared us.
To the very marrows.
There’s strength in that.
In knowing your flaws.
They pick at the scales because that’s all they see.
They’ll choke on our bones.
When you have stared into the dark face of god.
And nothing stares back.
You know what they never will.
There is some light in that there darkness.
Hidden deep in shadows.
