08. Reflections

Blue stood high above him, silhouetted by a dawn eager to rise. He looked around at the bodies that littered the grounds around them and polluted the Fountain. His gaze returned back down to Waylon. To Blue’s surprise, Waylon began to chuckle. It eased the pressure that was squeezing Blue’s soul. 

“Oh, my boy.” His laughter built upon itself. “They never stood a chance.” Waylon closed his eyes and rested his head back onto the earth. “But you… Me… We could put a stop to all of this before the violence starts.”

Confused and angry, Blue paced towards the Fountain, still cloudy from dust and blood. Staring into his reflection, Blue paused to contemplate his life, the recent events, and what to do next. He took a sip into his mouth, walked back towards Waylon and spit it on his face.

Reflections

Mirrored by morning light

Soon there will be no trace

When you wash away with the night

Following footsteps of an exile

Foreign to the feeling of love

Herded the words of a broken child

Embracing all that he was

Well for once i’d love

To see myself how you do

But I’m blinded every time I try

It fucks me up that part of me 

Is gone along with you

Is there anything i can do?

Can’t cover the scars beneath my skin

I see them rippling

Another step taken too far

And there I go again

Couldn’t be happy with a good thing

Had to let it get out of hand

Now I pray like hell you’d forgive me

Because I don’t know if I can

I don’t know if i can

Well for once i’d love

To see myself how you do

But I’m blinded every time I try

It fucks me up that part of me 

Is gone along with you

Is there anything i can do