We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be
who we are and all that we're trying to be
It was no surprise to the Sword that even in slumber, even in dreams, he was under threat to be swallowed whole – devoured and consumed by the earth. How many times had it happened now? How many times had he nearly perished, nearly faded, nearly driven himself entirely out of existence? Even now it was tempting, while the path began to erode, while it slunk and warned about giving way.
Maybe he let it. Maybe he should see what would happen. Maybe he should fall to pieces.
Except for wings, except for glory, except for things still tying him here.
He breathed, wondered about stabilizing the ground, wondered if he should care, and continued on the right path.
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Deimos keeps going on the right path.
DEIMOS
Stop trying to show how to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
