we leave as the golden sun burns the city behind us.
the light, in all its awful glory, no longer needs our mouths to feed from it.
with time, all things learn not to depend.

we leave to conquer.
we leave to prove the world wrong.
we leave to take back.
we leave, and we never planned on looking back.

we were gods once.
nothing could touch us, much less reach our golden skin.

the ground beneath us tries to swallow us whole.
like children, we laugh,
earth, you cannot destroy us.
we have already tried.
we laugh because we’re doomed anyway.

by morning, we’ll be gone.
by morning, we’ll be dead.

we sit on the edge of the world and wait.
we sit by the still lake and stir glitter galaxies into the smooth canvas.

we sit and discover the secrets of the universe.

--this.
this is where it ends for us.
this is the beginning and the end and the in-between with all the gory parts.
this is the gory part.
this is where we stop to breath.
this is where we stop breathing.

we were immortal once.
like children, as children,
we believed nothing could touch us.

now, we’re like the silver static on a broken TV.
now, we’re stuck, and we don’t know how to get unstuck.

we had forgotten how sadness feels when it touches you.

like children, we wonder what will happen.
we lay on the cold ground by the glittering lake and look up into eternity.

what comes next? how are we ever going to get through this?

where are we? where have we been? where are we going?

we were gods once.
we left, and we never thought we would look back.

now, in the silver state of the moonlight, we surrender.
now, in the eye of the black hole, we laugh.
we were doomed anyway.

when the darkness comes
and touches our golden souls,
we think about each other as children,
as gods.

meanwhile, the world moves on.