Just an echo of people there, has no place to call his own...

Of Gods and Monsters:

All I can see is neon...faint glows...red...
sometimes blue... and green, yes green is there too.
It is not at all as it has been described over the years.
Not that one should be surprised.
A liar in Sin City is as common as a hooker on a street corner,
with shorts up to her ass and fishnets.
I can almost reach out and touch it...
The pale luminesence I mean, not the ass.
It seems like the Ides of March just passed,
and typically, I did not beware them,
and now it is the time of fools...
I walk among them,
laughing at them and grinning wildly, as if I am the only one who realizes
that I am the one who has been fooled.
You get used to it after a while.

I remember once upon a time,
when I was a rebel with a dream,
walking star by star across destiny's wake.
I was a God amongst insects!
Now...Now I am folly,
fortune's fool some may say.
Others say I am but smoke and vapor,
not even an insect,
just a mythic idea that existed only in the minds of the frightened
and weak willed.
Callow.
That is a word I now know and understand...
We that dwell here...the ghosts...We drink the sand beneath our feet.
We do not drink it because we are thirsty...
We drink the sand, because we do not know the difference.