Too Small
In my time, Nightmares walked amongst us; Walked and danced, skewering victims in plain sight, laying their fears and worst desires out for everyone to see. It used to make us laugh. And now, Nightmares are trapped inside the heads of humans. Pitiful echoes of themselves. I wonder whomthey angered so to merrit such a fate.
I traveled all dimensions as I pleased. I walked worlds of smoke and half-truths. Worlds of torment, and of unnameable beauty. Opalien towers as high as small moons. Glaciers that rippled with insated lust. And a world with nothing but shrimp. I tired of that one quickly.
This room is too small. I can't breathe here. How can anyone live with these walls? I can't breathe. There's no room for anything real. I should've gutted Wesley where he stood. He challenges me.
There's not enough space to open my jaws.
My face is not my face, I do not know what it will say.
I can breathe easier on the roof, but the walls are still there, you may not be able to see them, but they are still there.
All I am is what I am.
I lived seven lives at once!
I was power in the ecstacy of death.
I was God to a God.
I'm trapped, on a roof, just one roof in this time, in this placewith a human that drinks too much whiskey and called me a smurf.
Wesley does not worship me as he should.
I do not know if I can leave. I fear in any other dimension, in THIS form, I'd be prey to those I once knew. I reek of humanity.
Your world is so small and yet you box yourselves in rooms even smaller. You shut yourselves inside, in rooms, in routines...
We are so weak.
I traveled all dimensions as I pleased. I walked worlds of smoke and half-truths. Worlds of torment, and of unnameable beauty. Opalien towers as high as small moons. Glaciers that rippled with insated lust. And a world with nothing but shrimp. I tired of that one quickly.
This room is too small. I can't breathe here. How can anyone live with these walls? I can't breathe. There's no room for anything real. I should've gutted Wesley where he stood. He challenges me.
There's not enough space to open my jaws.
My face is not my face, I do not know what it will say.
I can breathe easier on the roof, but the walls are still there, you may not be able to see them, but they are still there.
All I am is what I am.
I lived seven lives at once!
I was power in the ecstacy of death.
I was God to a God.
I'm trapped, on a roof, just one roof in this time, in this placewith a human that drinks too much whiskey and called me a smurf.
Wesley does not worship me as he should.
I do not know if I can leave. I fear in any other dimension, in THIS form, I'd be prey to those I once knew. I reek of humanity.
Your world is so small and yet you box yourselves in rooms even smaller. You shut yourselves inside, in rooms, in routines...
We are so weak.