vii. wait for them to burn


there's a place down near the river

where they say that we're gonna be legends

and you pretend that you're singing their praises

but you're just waiting for them to be endings


watch-watch-watch them fly apart.

do you want it, really?

seeing all these monsters

(they are bursting through the air breaking through the air they are in the air out of the air and they are the air)

you have forgotten why you are not them.

and then you remember.

you are the villain

trapped inside of a god.

they don't care about you

how strong you are

how right you are

how lost you are.

they care about the

POWER.

you hate them.

but you have chosen this life

in death

and you do not regret it.

you do not regret the fact that you are death.

you regret the fact that they are living.

to put it plainly, they are

Monsters, the real monsters, truly evil. they are gods of hate.

Opaque, little darlings, hard to see but when you do they break you.

Nothing, not real not dead just in-betweens and oh you are glad that you are defined.

Stories, myths, little legends whispered into ears.

Tornados, coming to tear you down, breaking apart your houses of hope . . .

Ethereal, not real, are they real? you don't know you just don't know anymore—

Rulers, emperors ruling over lands who've forgotten who they are. at least your people know who you are.

Sad. they are sad and they will always be sad and that's all that they'll ever be.

sad.


sorry, i'm sick, that's why updates have been lacking . . . this is hades (the guy).

-Dee