I am stuck at the edge of the crippling darkness
The voices pull me closer as I pull away
They tell me stories
About the queens and kings of Olympus
Of the great sky
They are bitter and speak of infinite shadow
Of their eternal rule
Sometimes I try to ignore it
I try not to believe the words
But they know what to say
To twist my brain inside-out
And back again
They speak of the heroes
Jason, Heracles, Perseus, Achilles
And even Percy Jackson
And tell me how
They died a cruel and gory death at the end of their days
I have heard the countless defeats of the gods
In the tales they tell of horrible times of history
To them, the Olympians are merciless fools
They say "Child of dreams"
"You know what we speak of is true"
"You want them to fall. To crumble"
They are persuasive
They know my weaknesses
They understand my pain
But the monsters of the deep are ruthless
Titans, giants, creatures, prisoners of hell
I can not listen any longer
I join the voices of the crippling darkness
And plunge into the deep
