Loyal as a Dog // Sanzu Haruchiyo x Reader

Withold the Moon

A terrible mimicry outside my door;

Aliens replicate the heavens,

But they don't look like you.

Their words are mushy and you sing along.

I hate them but I worship you.

Aluminum invites brainwashing,

I know we're dirty but paper isn't clean.

UFOs replace constellations & paint over stars,

I hate every hue,

Colors that can't reflect you.

Invading our castle, my army's recycled;

Treasure turns to trash,

A liquid dynasty is running dry,

You say it's okay but you've always had gills.

Inspecting your body they added new parts,

I loved every organ but they stole your heart.

I'm scribbled in white, maybe black would be better.

Smiting God they devour the sun;

I withhold the moon.

Thank you for everything

But I'm a space ship destroyer.

I love you so I'll remove my face.

I'm no longer human,

I eat men from space.

Even if you hate me, a monster knows best.

They ruined everything,

Let me ruin us.

A crumbling kingdom holds a banquet;

A preservation of love,

We drank from the moon I shoved in my chest.

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Bang bang bang

Sadness loves to sleep, or rather you do, or rather your body does, or rather your body needs.

Staying up late pushes the morning back. For conscience's sake it doesn't matter whether the time ends with AM or PM, so long as there's sun it can be passed off as a 'late' morning.

Though it's still a bit early on the late side.

Loud and early-late, a routine soundtrack is tuned out by an out-of-order resident. Tacky blinds fall short on fulfilling their purpose as sunlight torments the base of hibernation. Though disruptions fall short on disrupting; messily sandwiched between futons and blankets a mental alarm is snoozed once more.

Bang bang bang

Burrowing further into a warpath of restless slumber, the outside world sees it as its mission to deconstruct your lazy to-do list for the day.

Bang bang bang

Mocking a world of its disruptive shortcomings was wrong for not all life's alarms can be snoozed. Specifically the clash of heaven and hell booming from your front door. Peeled up and disoriented you buffered into reality, pinpointing the culprit of your wakeful demise.

Bang bang bang

"Is that how you normally knock ?"

" Yeah, why ?"