Tuesday, 12 June 2012

The watcher (old work)


The Watcher by ~accidentlyonpurpose on deviantART

Its cold up here on the ledges of old clock towers and old cathedrals…
Not much helps the rain and loneliness, all that covers him is old newspaper overalls…

So high up there, its not like anyone notices where he is or everything that he can see…
He knows them all so well yet they will never meet him, the mind wonders what am I supposed to be?…

I can breathe, look, listen, smell, and even taste but I do not need any food…
Can only speak when water or the wind flowing over my lips, I might tell them if I could…

Parts of his hair and skin are made of stone and moss, its sometimes hard to move…
When he can he slides down to the streets and collects shiny bottles and studies how lovely and smooth…

He cuddles the fellow statues and gargoyles he does not understand why he does this…
Made of stone partly so he does not feel like we do but theirs always something he will miss…

Theirs that couple walking hand and hand again, theirs those drunks singing and laughing, theirs the horse and cart…
His eyes see allot of things and people down below, he sometimes swears he can feel that he has a heart…

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He’s half Gargoyle and half man, Gargoyles can only speak if water/rain flows from their mouth or the wind blows over their teeth.

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