upon this sky surface lies a man who lives on the clouds
he keeps the whole world safe and is everything you would imagine
the time lord himself goes on the most mind-blowing journeys
but he could never get a life like the others
i'm not a hero
because he's lonely
that's who i am
a few could look inside him and see hatred
i really am just a mad man
to the man without a home
everything i ever worked for, everything i ever cared about, it all just vanished out of thin air
time is always so much more
a summoned knowledge, a code, shared history
shared suffering
the lonely god
for seconds, weeks, years, decades, milleniums..
in the end you just get tired, tired of the struggle, tired of loosing everyone that matters to you, tired of watching everything turn to dust
people do remember him
i did worse things than you could ever expect with my eyes closed
you're ashamed
i will be gone i can do whatever the hell i want, you've read the stories, you know who i am
no more
help me
everybody knows, that everybody dies but nobody knows it like him
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Poe
PoesiaJust some thoughts I have expressed through writing and occasionally also simply brainstorming to see what comes. Figuring out plots and stories I fantasise and try progressing them any way possible.
