He was smarter

He was cunning

He was brutal

He was my undoing

and i look at the night sky, draped in curtains of black,

and poked holes of archaic brightness,

that leave shadows wherever i walk

and i think of how He was not the one that ruined everything, but it was me, and i was vain and dumb and young and could not think of anything better than to let the world and my family and myself burn burn burn burn burn

and i hear my name uttered behind me

"t h a n a t o s"