Loki's POV, first-person.
And we're so undone
by the wars we consider fun,
and well I'm the end
you keep running from.
We've got two choices: break,
or learn to bend;
enemy or friend? You're spilling words,
too long unsaid, from you lips,
but you're too late to catch on,
and I'm too far gone.
So hold on, hold on, to your useless hope,
and you can cry and mourn and mope,
but rain screaming down your bloodied face
isn't going to make me slow my pace.
Chase, chase, chase me down if you can.
Heh, that's your master plan?
You can be honest and good—as you should
—but I'll lie and cheat, full of deceit.
You're bright as gold and ignite like wood,
I'm dark as night and cold as sleet.
So go ahead, believe me dead,
but I'll be hiding in your every blink,
concealed by every moment your eyes remain closed;
you've always been so blind.
