ash to ash

   ‘      haa———! touchy! don’t like bein’ left in the dark, is all. man, you’re such a killjoy. it’s just like i said earlier. i’ve only got so much patience! y’get it? y’get what i’m trying to tell ya? either stir some shit up, or find yourself on my own, personal kill list — whether i’m on your team or not! it’s as simple as that.      ’   a savage grin & a frenetic yearning, your muscles are splayed. fibres that crack now burn & ache for the sweet sight of your gross obsession: the scent of blood; the sound of their cries. your words drip with twisted ideals & frustration, thoughts swimming in the bloodbath you call a mind.

   ‘      just tell me what the hell we’re waitin’ for. why can’t we just get out there?      ’

    ❛   damn it. it can’t be helped, i suppose. if you’re so desperate to know, we’re currently working on an opportunity. one that will be very appealing for the both of us. a plan to take place sooner than you think. ❜   empty promises / empty threats; they spill as easily as the blood that drips on his hands. devoid of all compassion & sincerity that had brought you together helplessly in the first place. it comes as no surprise to you. rather, it is more of a feeling you ache to utilize. the impatience, the weight      it swims in his eyes, turns him mindless / but of course, you have never been innocent prey yourself. ( why change now ? )

   ‘      hey——— it’s not my fault that this big boss routine of yours makes me want to me vomit.      ’      look at you now: a past, wrung out by the hand of desire; a man, bathed in dreams, dreams of a perfect society (HIS SOCIETY!): you will incense the air with of the stench of purity, bind yourself back together as the perfect disciple, for your journey is paved with more than wasted pleasantries and lost causes (you’ll carry out his wishes!).blood spills out from the gaps of your teeth, soaks a spitfire tongue, brows angle over pliant lids.

   ‘      does the league of villains really have a cause? looks to me like a bunch of idiots only interested in wreaking havoc to gain some notoriety.      ’

      ❛           gaining notoriety ?!  you grassroot vigilantes are all the same        so admirable you make me want to cry !  ❜  you’re still smiling behind the mask, all sharp canines & deceptive praise, but you make no hurry to guise the drops of mockery that form with every word spoke past it. this is the paradox of your discontent; your body, an oral history of fear. ( FATHER: is it me or the level ? the level or me ? i am the burning house & it’s arsonist. i will not back down. ) it’s a step forward, a bend of the back kind movement, that draws you close. it’s dangerous      but even you ignore the drop of a first life. 

   ‘      ——— you better make good on those words of yours, ‘cause words mean nothing otherwise! y’get what i’m saying, punk?!      ’   a maw, gaping & deadly & forced upon shell of devil; your temper blows hot / flush upon lethal skin. duke pulls down, slams counter, geysers of blood & violence erupt in mouth & an eye writhes in its socket / a heart left to moulder. 

  ‘      i’m serious, ‘kay? waste my time and i’ll kill all of you losers instead! sounds pretty fun to me!      ’

     ❛   jeez, you’re so hung up about what’s next      let me kill, shigaraki, let me kill !      i don’t like it.   ❜   it’s still new to you, all shiny & plastic: a game still in it’s packaging, your party still level one with their wooden swords & bonds broken down to 0. [BEGINNER:] you’re too used to the way this feels / [HARD:] think of this instead.  the metallic taste of blood in your hands, under your nails, & the victory, close to grasp / touch / destroy      you cannot afford to suffer under the wishes of beast & bloodlust alike. 

    ‘      ——— thanks for inviting me to the league of villains, i’ve been able to do a lot of good to this band of idiots, and i will continue doing so elsewhere. i will end our contact here, as i want to remember the decent memories of our fellowship instead of this.     ’

   ‘      ——— gravity doesn’t exist. you’re stupid. you’re just a globehead who has been hypnotized by the media. wake up!      ’