Through many nights we survived
We created kingdoms of colors and wild smiles
We had systems in the clouds, flying like no tomorrow
It was our escape to a place we made
I held this place special to me every day, it was my hidden passion
I was a servant, not a god, or something divine
I was just there, demons weren't even thinking about rising
Everything was there, nothing was breaking
Then the constellations fell
Heaven crumble with the cracked morning sun
While the moon gain a dark shade and put strings around my world
The kingdoms burned and ooze out their colors
Rapid screaming can be heard
The heroes I once knew rushed into the skies only to come back as shadows
I fell with them trying to save them when we hit the soggy dirt
I held my body against the forces of nature
I wore their armor thinking I could save them
As they all stab me in the back
Giving me metal wings
Altas all this rusted within time, I stand so long against it all alone
I died in the snow, thinking I could just let go
but I pushed forward to beyond my grave
The people I once knew, gone
Now only monsters who craved colors were here
I still cared about them within this rusted suit, I thought I could fix them
Soon, I didn't, ashamed to start over again
I built a house of memories, pictures of a better time
When I was vulnerable they invaded, they didn't know better
I sit on this rooftop, playing with fate while in a straight jacket
A paper bag over my head, but it couldn't cover the emotions
They are like static, crashing and making little sounds and lights
Within the static, my mind replays the words and videos of the past
So much I still move like it once was
It was entertainment to them under the fluorescent lights
It was like watching a moth burn in agony
for which I was never a butterfly soaring into the sun
I was homestuck, homebound, in my own home coming
The only way I thought of depleting their carnage
I needed them, as much as they needed me
I knew then if I could be of any real help
I couldn't be a hero, an angel, or anything good
I would have to be a monster
even if I didn't want to
About the Creator
KuroHoshi
A Poet, An Artist, and the person who tries to become a living star
I write the about the creatures from underneath my mind
Some are happy, others are truthful, but I'll let you decide what's their fate
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