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
