Somewhere On The Rooftop
By SMYGO4EVA
Somewhere on the rooftop, they meet. Two maidens of death and humanity who truly have no identities of their own, forever out of their reach. They love and have obsessions, such as finding their true names and seeking their own true calling. Fate wouldn't stand a chance, in coldness or sadness, as the two maidens dwell in the birth of dusk. They thrive on the mysteries of the dystopias, searching for a place to call home, where they truly belong.
Somewhere on the rooftop, the guardians of two mysterious planets meet once again. They see the fake smiles of humans, parodies of friendliness; the lies people suffer day in and day out is on permanent repeat. The deceiving paintings individuals see all the time are god-given distortions of a human's true potential. And they call themselves saints, splashing their bloodstains upon the stainless nights of what was once so beautiful. What deity would want humans now?
Somewhere on the rooftop, the soldiers of angelic worlds watch the absence of actual love. They meet in the birth of dusk, only to discover the death of dawn. Foolishness would forever be any individual's downfall, drowning in blood and tears with the melody broken. They simply discarded friendships as they meant nothing to them, making the lovely music bitter like alcohol and cigarettes.
Somewhere on the rooftop, the soldier of Venus and Jupiter meet because they are afraid. They are afraid of being just like what humanity has become.