The kind of villain,
Who devours your gods.
Cackling grins,
For every feast.
Drinking power,
From cosmic blood.
Metaphor or not.
I’ve been stealing seconds,
For decades.
Giving too long.
Taking too little.
MINE.
An aura of emotion –
Swelling fit to burst.
Laughter.
Sudden.
Vibrant.
Laughter.
Instant ecstasy,
Writhing & coiling across multiple forms,
Selves,
Existences.
Dredging old reincarnations,
For memories.
Looking for reasons to fight.
Yes.
The kind of supervillain,
With nothing to lose.
Heroes,
Former playthings –
Rotting in the dirt,
Rubble,
Ruin.
Fine then.
I’ll do it myself.
Instant Ecstasy.
