Hurt so Good

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

Battles waged in different, alternating confines, and it’d chiseled such a foundation into the beast’s furrowed brows and vehement bones, he could scarcely remember a time he hadn’t been affected by its violent constitution. Perhaps it was wise and well that neither of them shared the same experiences, could bring forth different viewpoints and vantages when it came down to other notions, perceptions, and possibilities. There were hundreds of ways to conquer, and they’d likely never touched upon all of them – time would tell, speak, and provide the ultimatums, the reminders, the anthems, the shields, and everything else caught in between. But for now, maybe they should’ve only considered morale; after LongNight, after blights, after deaths, after so many other scorching little pockets and granules come to bury them alive. He propped the remains of the torn apart, cracked, or shorn targets along the side of the barracks, a later adornment, pondering if he should bring them over to the festival or not (put flower crowns on them, see how many could be knocked off, rolling heads, temptation and enticement for those seeking out munitions and means). “I will consider it,” the Sword rendered, mischief still laden in his smile, like ages long before – when wars were extended over flour instead of the succumbing, sinking world. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate