"i was meant to inspire good" maczz // audio 2

what if b4 she died batman

"i miss them alfred" maczz // audio 7

Product Of Fear

when i found you in that jail, you was lost.

"i'm tired alfred" maczz // audio 12

"inside, i am more" maczz // audio 13

"i did find someone" maczz // audio 14

"you're just a child, in a mask" maczz // audio 27

I feed on what’s left of me.
day after day.
it’s not hunger, not really.
more like… maintenance.
keeping the rot from falling apart too fast.

the demons
they don’t scream anymore.
they hum.
soft, constant,
like the sound behind silence.

I tell myself it’s discipline.
that I’m fighting.
that I’m becoming.
but I know what that smell is.
I know what it means when the mirror looks tired before I do.

sometimes I think the rot isn’t decay.
maybe it’s transformation.
maybe I’m not breaking, I’m… refining.
yeah.
refining.
that’s what I said last time, too.

there’s no redemption.
no release.
just the slow rot of trying again.
again.
again.

I forget what I wanted to fix.
I just remember the shape of the wound.
it’s familiar.
it’s home.

and I feed on what’s left of me,
day after day,
so the demons won’t starve.

two_o_three_no_more_me

Decidedly Undecided