5. (percy, people)
It's so strange
living
inside of your head.
Left?
Right?
It all looks the same,
to be honest.
Even though nobody is,
not any-more.
—
Human or God?
And then they just say that
you are nothing.
Just an experiment,
little machine.
Running on golden gasoline.
You can try to fit in,
but you will never
be one of us.
—
Before this,
before AREA 51
fighting was so easy.
Your sword
was like a second arm.
But now, you have to fight
with pure will
instead.
You have plenty.
But is it enough?
—
Yelling at each other
in the middle of the night.
Helping family.
Don't give up,
you scream.
Keep going.
This will end.
You scream,
but the words will end up silenced
muffled by the real
monsters.
—
You're searching
for something
that's too far away
to see.
Too close
to truly imagine.
—
Your head is your own personal
WONDERLAND.
Nothing ever fits together.
You are floating
drifting apart
from yourself
from reality.
—
Just ghosts,
they tell you.
You are nothing
but a ghost.
I'm going to destroy you,
they smile, sinning.
Ghosts
fade.
And when you disappear
it will finally be
the end.