Hiccups

(for the Goat who found a boner scary...)

Enveloped with the dark shroud of despair and rain-kissed
the heavy soul picked himself from the shattered pieces of his dreams
the mirrored past loomed in his future, his bent present seemed full of pain
but a tinge of the distant rainbow could still be traced that he moved slowly

Towards the comforting arms of reality- his father, his mother, his siblings, himself
yet their realities excluded him from jumping up to Mars
that he decided to be embraced by the comforts of "the others"
their laughter became his and he went to hell and to heaven and back

He decided to become his own universe, free from gravity and other forces when rotating,
his own axis and his own center was not the sun but the night
he became a demigod, then God himself... then, the devil incarnate
justice, truth and other stuff became distant feelings from his numbed ones

Then, the rain, the shroud caressing him like a lusty lover... and the man on the moon!
he wept and looked at his tattered clothing of a self
and stooped, grasped the last breath of oxygen gifted by another demigod
he died, tried to but survived, he left the old shell of a body but the spirit won't...

Vampire or not, he must grab that tinge of rainbow that Baxter's world is offering
Death would come intimately, as Sugar Hiccup suggested...

(photo:circlingthelionsden.blosgspot.com)