Thursday, November 11, 2010

We are all secret spy super heroes
Artifacts of past conquests line the walls
Of our lairs,
Our bases,
Our Fortresses of Family
We let our guard down
And show was behind the mask
Weaknesses shown behind
The weary eyes
That have seen much
Sleighing the credit score
Neighbor nemesises

In our holds,
We tremble to face reality.
Our masks cover much more than our flesh.
Foes we can't share with our comrades;
Insecurities that we cannot be saved from.
Our weaknesses, too strong to be fought.
Our comrades empower what renders us powerless.
Fiends masked as friends.

Our enclave possesses powers
--The power of amplification.
Words echo and encourage
hushed alliances.
Subterfuge and intrigue murmured,
Defying the noisy walls.
What grips us,
Expels us from cover.
Naked and vulnerable,
We hide our actions in the dark.
In the cold we take to the streets.
Like the children we are,
we hide under blankets of fog.
Evading monsters, we nervously inhale;
We tremble as we exhale smog.
These blankets make shitty capes.

Heroes and criminals.
Who never gets paid?

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