God of War

I know this fight won't be easy, 

but I can't make light of the situation. I can't allow you to make light 

so this obliteration, comes from my soul. How dare the Sun posses the audacity to try and shine. 

I'll stand over him and let my tears flow like the currents inside my veins, 

thick, pain comes in torrents disguised as rain waterboarding the Sun until its rays are nothing but a hard rock of darkness, smoke rising from its carcass. 

I'm the god of War... Marcus. 

I know this fight won't be easy, 

but I can't make light of the fact 

that you chose to make light 

off the backdrop of black, 

you just use up Space in this galaxy. How dare the Stars possess the audacity to try and shine. 

With outstretched arms I'll reach up and claw at the abyss 

until all those little twinkles 

are nothing but crumbs beneath my nails, like scratching popcorn ceilings. 

as the sky bleeds out ink 

I'll think about all the times 

the Stars thought they were superior. I know this fight won't be easy, 

but i can't make light of how our commonality is being in darkness with bright personalities. I've turned wounds that were black holes into scars to get here. 

How dare the Moon possess the audacity to try and shine. 

You don't know pain like I do. 

Like sunny days turning to storms in love making pupils condensate, that's eye dew. But what you do is just sit there. 

So I'm here to bearhug the sphere 

of your existence and 

squeeze the life out of you, 

squeeze the light out of you, 

until chunks of rock and dirt 

is what's left after you burst 

because how dare anything in this universe possess the audacity 

to try and shine 

brighter than the one I love... 

She's a blinding light, 

that somehow perfected my vision 

because all I see is her. 

And I'll fight every light in my sight 

that causes her to doubt her Space, 

inside a universe, 

that considers her 

the Sun, the Stars, and the Moon