The Sound Of Them

No, im not who they say i am im a runner i dont hide. im not scared not depressed just broken. holding on to every bit of information i can get. can someone so broken get home. im from somewhere a galaxy over. im so tired i get up and i go. i feel dead i feel whispers in my head. what am i to you? I’ve been called by many. A monster, Alien, but i mostly get called the devils daughter. There not wrong not to far off, my daddy works down at hells gate running the demons that bow down. My mother is a gaurd at Gods golden road.

ive been here for two long my body is slowly fading away the oxygen is burning away by skin the fire is my way home. stuck in a place i wanted to go, running and running got to just keep going. My mother sent an army just to keep me safe. My dad sends whispers through my head. I fall i trip soon i die. A faded hybrid is not meant to stay, im the keeper of the middle. i try to get home i speak to god and hug my dads soul.

I see a cliff up ahead trying to see whats over the edge i back up, i run and leap. i stop mid jump and cry, i feel myself start to blow away. Letting my hands head and legs fly back i let go. My body turns to ash soon ive returned back at my thrown. The voices hurt, but ive stopped caring. I let my body go numb soon i became emotionless.