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The end of an imposter superhero (and a hope)

i hold out to you, my hands stretch 30 meters,
it hurts, my super power diminishes by the second, i feel faded
in the darkness of the light i lay awake waiting for death to come.
black and white rainbows through the window, rise
above pools filled of blood and spit and cum.
the midnight sun burns my skin as i peek out of the door, in hope
 of finding comfort form the terrible bloodletting i inflict on myself,
hope drips out from my wounds, falling in drops of beautiful four letter words
leaving behind two consonants and two verbs to fill up my arteries and veins.

and then 27 minutes 1 second later i died, alone.
like my friends, all dead.
imposter superheroes, us, the saviors of a copycat land.
 
maybe a billion light years away, in a different universe
again we will rise, sunny warm days, happiness and bliss.
Written by saikpunk
Published | Edited 8th Sep 2012
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