Even Though I Am Still In Denial - Blog Posts

Waiting On Superman

There are two boys

and they are heroes.

Their capes torn and covered in ash,

but you would never lend them a second glance in the laundromat.

Weighed down by guilt, neither can fly,

but they have each other and a car,

so maybe they're not so different from us.

They wake every morning and face the dark

so that everyone else can breathe a little lighter.

There's only two of them in the world, so they don't wear costumes,

but that doesn't mean they don't have masks.

  One day they'll go out with the force of a supernova,

guns blazing and hands intertwined,

together or not at all,

but their bodies will be lost in the carnage of their absence.

  Neither believes themselves as heroes;

warriors, soldiers, pawns,

but never pure-hearted heroes,

because their past is bloody

and their eyes are black.